Tindersticks

My letters sit on your window-sill
Yellowed by the sun
Written that time our love was in its prime
They just ran off my pen
My pen is broken now
Couldnt eat a thing
Couldnt sit next to you
All this sorrow the joy brings
It only shows me the truth
Changing
So I fretted at you, to swallow the pill
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All that joy couldnt help the boys
But we look so [ ? ]
Just like burning up the crockery
With your fire we melt our joy
Pour in the sorrow this joy brings