your jaw's been shut since the day that you could talk
and you sat down when you learned to run away
now you've a taste for a different kind of waste
and you wish that you could give your smile away


please be
gentle
please be gentle when you go
give me
the sad news
and we'll give each other better news soon


if you wake up while the heat of summer sin
dries the grass that you decide to lay upon
you'll peel your skin and you'll light another grin
watch the ashes reach so desperate for the sun


have i found what i want?
am i satisfied with where i place the fault?
another broken heart is pouring through my fingertips
and as it's falling it becomes a ring of salt


please be
gentle
please be gentle when you go
give me
the sad news