As win
ter nursed through the tapping walls,
I could see her sitting there all alone.
With the curtains drawn,
huddled up but still feeling the cold
She could sell her husband's metals
to pay for some coal for the fire
But I'd owe her two more
She'd rather have her memories
of the arms that once held
More than the concerning other
and the laughter that cascaded
Down through those years
when the world was gripped by fear
This fragile life really worries me,
hey
This fragile life
I know one day could be me and you
Me and you, me and you,
me and you
Do you like to feel good?
This disgusting poverty
It's immoral and unnecessary
There's little care for the old
They break their backs
making somebody else wealthy
The year after you hit it
It's always all is the same
The dough and the crumbs
So they're hungry
And the arms think it's stronger
The list keeps getting longer
And the only God that
They'll ever know
Has an air left in the air
But she don't go outside anymore
Too many locks on her front door
She loved to go,
but what the hell for?
They're switching us
through the drop -in wall walls
I can see her sitting
there on her own
With the curtains drawn
Huddled up,
but we're still feeling the cold
She could sell us those medals
To pay for some coal for the fire
That I know that she won't
She'd rather have the memories
Of the arms that we've held
Than the lips of steady laughter
And the laughter and happiness
That disappeared in that
Southeast Asian year
This fragile life really worries me
This fragile life
I know one day could be me and you,
me and you
This fragile life really worries me
This fragile life
I know one day could be me and you,
me and you
Me and you, me and you
you