Your Word - Eleanor Friedberger

You came to me in deep distress

Torn my jealousy in rage

He said he’d never love her

Wouldn’t mind someone her age

You don’t love him, no, you hate him

Then she called me a fool

You know nothing about cruelty

Then he sees he’s being cruel

What you see is the end

Your breath is the bound, oh no

When your word isn’t there

Your word is your one

Strums have took on both of you

Put them in the sands and walked away

Abroad a seven story ???

Cast in gold and swept away

A million pounds of pure beauty

Measured only by those receive

What you see is the end

Your breath is the bound, oh no

When your word isn’t there

Your word is your

When your life is just that

What you say is what’s real

No no,

'Cause your breath is the bound

Your word is your one

Your word

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