Lonesome Sky

You told me I restored your trust You say you trusted me too much How you ever gonna trust again I tried to weaponize your hurt You told me not to use the word You had the ones that you preferred Written out in scars 'Hard, hard, lonesome heart' And in my role as singing teacher To the diplomatic corps I tell you they can make a bad song soar Wedding photos off the dresser Wedding presents off the wall As I fold the wedding clothing A la Yoko, I Cut the future off us One promise at a time Left nothing but a bare hemline Binding my lonesome bride So happy birthday Naruhito Last lone Emperor And thank you for the Thursday off Spent a year creasing the clothes Spent a year picking the nose Now I'm burying the bones of The boy I used to know Hollowed out and raw Little reed about to blow Mr. Fuji hide your face sir There's no way to replace her Cold outline Lonesome sky Lonesome sky