Anyone even slightly shading Holy Water drops on My Harp is to be lynched for high treason and blasphemy
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one whose got enough of me
To break my heart
He's the song
In the car
I keep singing
Don't know why I do
He's the time
Taken up
But he's never enough
And he's all that I need to fall into
If you don't feel something within your rigid pathetic excuse for a soul than you've obviously never loved someone you can have
And what's with all The Moment I Knew hate? 
