Love Turns 40

She's holding a secret that she'll never tell

She's holding a secret that she'll never tell

Because the myth is not supposed to retire

We'd rather it lit itself on fire

Or overdosed in a 4-star hotel

She's holding a truth that she'll never reveal

She's holding a truth that she'll never reveal

Because truth this time is an ugly child

And mother and daughter may reconcile but their faces will never heal

"Don't go"

She says, but he's sleeping

She says it to herself:

"Don't go"

She sees herself rising

Packing a suitcase with all of her shoes

But something keeps you faithful

When all else in you turns and runs...

Love turns 40

The morning comes

She's holding a secret that she'll never tell

She's holding a secret that she'll never tell

Because we were once cinema gods in the night

And now all we've got is lunch-hour light where nothing photographs well

"Don't go"

She says, but he's sleeping

She says it to the dark:

"Don't go"

She sees herself rising

Dressing in silence for nothing to lose

But something keeps you faithful when all else in you turns and runs...

Love turns 40

The morning comes