Act I: The Quiet Life
I sit alone all day
Far removed
Penny for my thoughts
Make a wish and toss it down
Into
I'm back from hell and back again
To make amends
Your pocket
So good to hear your voice
Yeah I know it's been
If we spent a week alone in Paris
Would we fall
You’re at my house at midnight
To reconcile
I call you “honey”
Your jaw is clenched
Preparing for the worst
A pessimist is always
Looking at the floor I declare
I can’t go on wasting
No welcome for solicitors
Deaf to the knocking of drifters and
If you should turn around
You'll see me waiting for some
And I know what I know from the monastery
I don't
Before my world was big enough for two
You had my
I brush my teeth
And put the book I’m reading
Back on
Though I used to think marriage was a dreamer’s religion
My
I never thought that I'd see you again
Not after the
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