Broken Hearts Are Blue The Psychological Moment
I sent you a letter indexing life's ills
Without the bonbon to guild the pills
Legless and coming to grieve the past
Gonna nail this beige heart to the mast
Time marches on
Sha-la-la-la-la oooh oooh
So I sat about in front of my analyst:
“Oh yes, surely I've got the f..cking gist
Bear the palm with a gratitude list
Try to sing your life from happiness”
Time marches on
