Lyrics

LOVE'S HAS-BEEN

Do you remember my hand in yours
A naked man with the head of a horse
That balcony over a sea of remorse
And the jealous god in me, of course

Maybe that was the day we died
Fugitives under a dog rose sky
Lingering as the trains cried
Your fingertips, nicotine butterflies

Maybe you always were love’s has-been
The intervals you scorned, and my dreams

On a bridge too fragile for anything but light
You were Agamemnon, a hundred feet high
Forgiveness, you said, is a right
But where I come from, it’s an eye for an eye

Maybe you always were love’s has-been
The intervals you scorned, and my dreams

Maybe you always were love’s has-been
The intervals you scorned, and my dreams

Copyright Antonella Gambotto-Burke