Jumble Queen

Try to believe me, I know it's not easy
And I sit here, talking and words don't feel good anymore
How to get through to you, how to get by
How to be true to you, this time I try, oh I, I

I love you, I need you, I need you, I love you
But I feel you flying, I know I can hold you no more
Beauty of thorn, wisdom of weed
Hurt when you have to and grow when you need and I, I

Flying to Belfast, hold fast
Would that I'd held fast when I had the time
Flags will be flying at half-mast
Or dying in the wind
Or dying in the wind

I slip and I slide, I trip and I'm over
Nothing is stable, I know I'm unable to rise
The dishes are dirty, my hands are unclean
I tumble my junk like some proud jumble queen and I, I