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 reap the fear
that you sowed yesterday


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


when you lay down
and 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
and 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
you'll feel better if i know
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