Got to give a little, take a little. And let your poor heart break a little. That's the story of, that's the glory of love. . You got to laugh a little, cry a little.
Savoy, the home of sweet romance,. Savoy, it wins you with a glance,. Savoy, gives happy feet a chance to dance.. . Your old form just like a clinging vine,.
Sing, sing, sing, sing everybody start to sing like dee dee dee, bah bah bah dah. Now you're singin' with a swing. Sing sing sing, sing, everybody start to sing like dee dee dee, bah bah bah dah.
Somebody else is taking my place. Somebody else now shares your embrace. While I am trying. To keep from crying. You go around with a smile on your face.
'Cause my hair is curly. Just because my teeth are pearly. Just because I always wear a smile. Like to dress up in the latest style. . Cause I'm glad I'm livin'.
Sing, sing, sing, sing everybody start to sing like dee dee dee, bah bah bah dah. Now you're singin' with a swing. Sing sing sing, sing, everybody start to sing like dee dee dee, bah bah bah dah.
( Live / Billie Holiday Cover ). . Southern trees bear strange fruit. Blood on the leaves and blood at the root. Pastoral scene of the gallant south. The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth.
Oh I'm living. It's a golden thing. It means everything. . I'm gifted. By your grace. It's the Swanlights. In the water. On that shining face. . Oh it's such a mystery to me.
little children snuggle. under soft black stars. and if you look into their eyes. soft black stars. deliver them from the book. and the letter and the word.
well and i can and i die. i can, i die. . well and i'm freezing. i'm freezing. . well it's a sly curse. a sly curse. . well and i'm spiralling. i'm spiralling...
The flying horse carries me across the sky. Triumvirate swallows make our breath. Can we grow a sun. A water run. The Great White Water?. Every slum an ox inside it.
That dog had his way with me. Shake that dog out of the tree. That dog had his way with me. Shake that dog out of the tree. . Shake that dog right out of me.
Staring at a photograph of where we used to be. When the sky was bright and crystal clear and life was just a breeze. Oh well, now something's taking you over.
We were at. The swing set. 'Now?' I asked. 'Not yet.' You said. Turnin' round and round in my seat. Chains chiming over my head. When the tension is complete.
And now the purple dusk of twilight time. Steals across the meadows of my heart. High up in the sky the little stars climb. Always reminding me that we're apart.