You taste like Birthday
You look like New Years
You’re like a big parade through town
You leave such a mess but you’re so fun!
You taste like Birthday
You look like New Years
You’re like a big parade through town
You leave such a mess but you’re so fun!
The piano is not firewood yet
But the cold does get cold
So it soon might be that
I'll take it apart, call up my friends
And we'll warm up our hands by the fire
Don't look so shocked
Don't judge so harsh
You don't know
You are only spying
Everyone knows it's going to hurt
But at least we'll get hurt trying.
Rise from your cold hospital bed
You're not dying
Everyone knows you're going to live
So you might as well start trying
No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one's laughing at God
when they're starving or freezing or so very poor...
I must go on standing
You can't break that which isn't yours
I must go on standing
I'm not my own, It's not my choice
It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word
And then that word grew louder and louder
'Til it was a battle cry
I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye