And let me give thanks; on this day of giving....................
As for conventional happiness, domestic or not... no, I just can't.
I'm too worn out, too weak.
As for me, my life doesn't weigh enough, it flies off and floats high up above action,
that point so dear to thee
My innocence makes me weep
As for conventional happiness, domestic or not... no, I just can't.
I'm too worn out, too weak.
As for me, my life doesn't weigh enough, it flies off and floats high up above action,
that point so dear to thee
My innocence makes me weep