Performed by Elliott Park
Is your smile rusty from the tears you weep Is your happy stuck like gum beneath your feet Are your hopes locked in a jar In the cellar damp and dark There between the pickles and the beets Are you stocked up for a winter of despair Waiting for a meteor to burn your hair If you ever feel the urge To take a breather from your dirge Here’s a little coin for you to keep | A simple song that your heart can sing Not too long – rather short and sweet Like the birds in the apple tree Let the world hear your simple song It begins with just a flutter deep in you As it grows you feel some yellow in your blue You can run but you can’t hide When a smile begins to rise Like the terminator wearing big red shoes. |
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