This Year Lyrics - American Music Club

This year, oh, what's the look this year? 

Is it the look of things to come? 

Has it all been said, has it all been done? 

The sun upon the sea 

Did you dress that way for me? 

This year, everyone just stood around 

And watched my family tree burn down 

Watched it crumble on the ground 

Making no protesting sound 

As if justice was finally found 

And anything beautiful 

That you can contrive 

Has no desire to survive 

This year, the mirror, the wall 

It cracked right through the middle 

And spring turned into fall 

Love, the most beautiful killer of them all