The Most Somebody Can Know

All the dancers come out for the evening

Their dresses are presents and gowns

The tables are matched up in ribbon

The turntable is spinning around

And you know that you can now relax

Because that's what you've already found

Take a look at the pictures above you

As seen like no other before

Their smiles are for what they have been through

The most that somebody can know

As they fall off the end of the earth

Is how much they should have been loved

And if they ask you now

You'd say that you've had enough

There's a field made of boxes of linen

For the patching of hearts that fall out

And on every one there is written

The things that we laugh about now

And the most that somebody can know

Is how much they should have been loved

And if they ask you now

You'll say that you've had enough

There's nothing I can say

I'm standing at the break

And you're holding me up

I'm falling on my knees

The wind is out of me

And you're holding me up