The Tragedy of David Gribble

Here we are, don't tell a soul
Of secrets held with arms bent back against their fold
Say one word, don't breathe too fast
We're both compelled to break off everything that lasts

Now it's four more steps til we reach the top
And Heaven knows when we get there, we'll never stop

You bring the cigarettes, and I'll bring the conversation
And if everything works out right, we will sing

The cupboard;'s bare, all lines are down
The leaves are turning a nicer shade as they hit the ground
Say one word, keep it close
We are trying to understand what we love the most

Now it's four more steps til we reach the top
And Heaven knows when we get there, we'll never stop

You bring the cigarettes, and I'll bring the conversation
And if everything works out right, we will sing

My heart and I have yet to meet
But I will heed every word it says to me

Now it's four more steps til we reach the top
And Heaven knows when we get there, we'll never stop

You bring the cigarettes, and I, I'll bring the conversation
And if everything works out right, we will sing