You wear hearts. I'll wear ties.*
You wear hearts
and I'll wear ties.
We'll hold hands
and hang onto lies.
You sing and dance.
I'll dance and sing,
and laugh and smile
at every thing.
The sky. The mountains.
We all melt into the sea.
The "this' & thats"
disappear so beautifully.
Everything is gone
and everything is done.
You worry, and yet
you'll cheer up as it comes.
You're wearing hearts
and I'm wearing ties.
We're clapping our hands
and listening to lies.
The song and dance.
The words we sing.
The smiles that stretch
from nowhere to nothing.
Everything is gone
and everything is done.
Already you're cheering up.
Smile, here it comes.
Here it comes.
* Hell, painted by Hieronymous Bosch, from his triptych, Garden of Earthly Delights.