© 2009 Midnight Island Music
The numbers men are laying even odds That our delight will over tempt the gods There's so much in the world that's going wrong The short of it is hardly ever long I see you and dissolve in mortal bliss The gods are always watching out for this And so to keep myself from being seen And sidestep the reversion to the mean I edge along the sidewalk looking down Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown When friends inquire I shrug and look away As if a word would be too much to say Although there's really nothing I can do I spend my days pretending to be blue But you know how I feel when we are one And I know how your smile outshines the sun It's all so fragile, grass, the sky, a tree The stars, the moon, our children, you and me It`s laughable to think that there`s a way To guard against tomorrow or today But still I hope that somehow I`ll deceive Myself with nothing up my sleeve For this to work I must believe the fates Are dazzled by these tricks that hope creates They smiling, wave, and spinning, weave a thread That never will be cut Although there`s really nothing I can do I spend my days pretending to be blue