Kat Farley - Whirling Words

We've been on this bench for hours
The pigeons probably think we're dead
But let me tell you one thing
I'm pretty sure my heart's still beating
And it's only our relationship
That cannot breathe

How many ways can I say it?
And how many ways can we break this?
No matter, you hear with your ears
And fragile as we are, I lost count this year

I can't say what you can hear
It's not a mathematical exchange
It's telephone for lovers
Telephone for lovers
Simply the most horrible
Most truly awful game

How many ways can I say it?
And how many ways can we break this?
No matter, you hear with your ears
and fragile as we are, I lost count this year

We'll sit on this bench more hours
And passerby will probably call us strange
But what to do but stay and struggle?
Nothing but to stay and spin
And this might not even truly be
A game that we can win

How many ways can I say it?
And how many ways can we break this?
No matter, you hear with your ears
and fragile as we are, I lost count this year

Written by:
Katherine Farley

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