they come in the morning with their brilliant parades   and in every small town we're losing our names   to the march of new children in five star brigades   with ten tiny fingers to tear at my veins      my words are not urgent   my melody plain   and all my epiphanies still sound the same   its a song, it's a story   of your life and mine   as hard as we try the words are still intertwined      somewhere on a rooftop two girls watch the sun   fall down beneath buildings   the day come undone   without much warning they both disappear   and the sound of pianos is all you can hear   you're out there somewhere   awaiting my call   but we get weighed down by the noise of it all   then the heart is a big place to get lost inside   but i hope that you don't think i meant goodbye      it's a song, it's a story   of your life and mine   and as hard as we try the words are still intertwined   it's a love without pretense   a card not yet sold   but something about this just makes me feel old