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lyrics: J. Morse © 1986 The postman comes But there's nothing there The sound of drums Echoes through the air And the glitter of cold white gold Shines in your weary eyes As the morning rays penetrate the windowpane You stifle your waking sighs The alarm clock Rings and rings and rings On the nightstand Just next to you As you reach to silence the noise A slide, and a tinkle on the wood And the king-size bed lies empty Just next to you Those words come back to haunt you once again: 'Forever to be joined Until death us do part.' And it's only your impenetrable pride That saves your broken heart Once again The postman arrives With an empty hand You seek an entrance To your promised land And the glitter of cold white gold Held by a once stronger hand - It's only decoration now, the meaning's gone Things didn't work out how you planned The doorbell silent Nowhere any sound. Yet still you wait Hoping she'll return But you should know it's hopeless You remember how she vanished into air And your flaming heart still burns Deep within you Those words come back to haunt you once again: 'Forever to be joined Until death us do part.' And it's only your impenetrable pride That saves your broken heart Those words come back to haunt you once again: 'Forever to be joined Until death us do part.' And it's only your impenetrable pride That saves your broken heart Once again |