Ah there was a time I said her words had meaning What mattered was the thought And not the rhyme Ill tell you Lord She had me so close to believing Why did she sacrifice the feeling For the line I see her walking Through the ruins of all She was building They say she sold her dream And bought some brand new toys I hate to say it Lord But her flowers are wilting And her words have become Just an organised noise
organised, wilting, mattered, sacrifice, lord