Cassandra

Cassandra, keep it down

I don�t think they can hear you now

Don�t think they heard you first time �round

No they can�t hear you, no Cassandra,

Cassandra, it won�t make sense

not if you think and think again

But still they do say, �life is forgiving

and ends up partnered with beginnings�

And daily, you saw it come

and you gave warning, but couldn't run

and so you watched until it was broken

and knew the foresight delays no motion

I know it's awful, I know it's bruising,

I know you can't see past the conclusion

but still the world turns upon it's axis

and we make circles so we can match it

And read our lines though we've had no practice

Cassandra, keep it down

I don't think they can hear you now

Don't think they heard you first time 'round

No they can't hear you, there's no answer

And maybe there's something great

that gives us meaning, if we wait

but still I'm human, I'm broken-hearted

I see your sundress and your sunglasses

I hear your question, and how you ask it

'What use is love if it always passes?'

'What use is love if it always passes?'

And though they do say, 'Life is forgiving,'

what use is life to those who aren't living?

And though they do say, 'Life is forgiving,'

what use is life to those who aren't living?