Veda’s Waltz

First you shake it then you tear it apart
Feed it fearful of hope and despair
Then you starve it and you leave it alone
Till all your impressions are sketched out in stone

It's not too late for the battle-scarred
Stranger homes for a stranger's heart

And it may be that love sometimes occurs
Without pain or misery
If a bird with a broken neck can fly away

Then it's not too late for the battle-scarred
Here's your parade and your tinfoil stars

It's not too late for the battle-scarred
Stranger homes for a stranger's heart
It's not too late for the battle-scarred
Here's your parade