Swan Song

Oh, what a loss
If that’s a good word for it
Though books of God still seem to think that we start here
Oh, what a cost
If it’s even worth something
Though I apostacize, I’ll die like a good martyr

And I don’t need to know the way to your heart
And I don’t even know a good place to start
I did that to myself
I’m not asking for help
I don’t need to know the way to your head
I don’t even know if the race will commence
I did that to myself
Put me through hell

Why, I oughta set you free
Wistful thoughts will make me weak
But, by God, if it could work, do your worst (ah)

Oh, what a pain
If that’s a good word for it
Though books of dawkins seem to think that we are through
Oh, what a weight
If it’s even burdening
Though I evolve, I’m still the same as I was with you

And I don’t need to know the way to your heart
But I don’t even know a good place to start
I did that to myself
I’m not asking for help
I don’t need to know the way to your head
I don’t even know if the race will commence
I did that to myself
Put me through hell

When I lost my memory
Babe, you taught me everything
If, by God, there’s room to learn, say the word (ah)

You were acting strange (no, really, don’t sweat it)
You had a lot up on your plate (and believe me, I get it)
But I needed it to change (I do not regret it)
Yeah, I needed things to change (and I will not forget it)

Forget it, forget it, forget it, forget it
Forget it, forget it, forget it, forget it
Forget it, forget it, forget it, forget it
Forget it, forget it, forget it, forget it