The Preservation Society - Blood on the Harp

Busted string and a worn-down fret
Got half a mind to go on home and forget
Dyin' trying with all my might
To sing this world a song
But the world wanna fight with
The harmony and a cheap inline rhyme
A song ain't nothin but it sure ain't a crime
I wrote this world a love song
Guess I wrote it for myself
To rewind the time and remind me of the love
That should be felt
Instead we got harder times and harder rain
And ashes in the snow
And broke down tunes
And blood on the harp
I hear the axe just fell
Feet are broken as you dance the ballet
Your sideways sway, pretend you'll be OK
The seats are empty and the band left the stage
The gaslights burning
And we're both on the fade
The dance goes on but your shoes tattered and thin
Steps are drifting in the westward wind
I wrote this world a love song
Guess I wrote it for myself
To rewind the time and remind me of the love
That should be felt
Instead we got harder times and harder rain
And ashes in the snow
And broke down tunes
And blood on the harp
I hear the axe just fell
I remember hangin' on the same three chords
You and your friends out on the worn dance floor
Sweeping the bottles and cans in the green dust bin
Maybe we can do it again?
I wrote this world a love song
Guess I wrote it for myself
To rewind the time and remind me of the love
That should be felt
Grab your slippers baby, I'll string the guitar
There's music and pirouettes needed under the stars
We'll fix this old world, try as we might
With this song and dance, we'll be alright

Written by:
Jess Heugel

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