Bruce *****burn - Isn't That What Friends Are For? Lyrics
Heavy northern autumn skymist on forestdark spruce, bright mapleand the great lake rolling foreverto the narrow gray beachI look west along the red road of the frail sunto where it hovers between shelf of cloudand spiky trees, receding shoreThe world is full of seasonsof anguish, of laughterand it comes to mind to write you thisNothing is surenothing is pureand no matter who we think we areeveryone gets his chance to benothingLove's supposed to healbut it breaks my heartto feel the pain in your voicebut you knowit's all going somewhereand I would crush my heartand throw it in the streetif I could pay for your choiceIsn't that what friends are for?Isn't that what friends are for?We're the insect life of paradisecrawl across leaf or amongtowering blades of grassglimpse only sometimes the amazingbreadth of heavenYou're as loved as you werebefore the strangeness swept throughour bodies, our houses, our streetswhen we could speak without codesand light swirled around likewind-blown petals at our feetI've been scraping little shavingsoff my ration of lightand I've formed it into a balland each time I pack a bit more onto itand I make a bowl of my hands andI scoop it from its secret cacheunder a loose board in the floorand I blow across it and I send it to youagainst those moments when the darknessblows under your doorIsn't that what friends are for?Isn't that what friends are for?Isn't that what friends are for?
