This year, oh what's the look this year Is it the look of things to come Has it all been said, has it all been done The sun upon the sea Did you dress that way for me
This year everyone just stood around And watched my family tree burn down Watched it crumble on the ground Making no protesting sound As if justice was finally found
And anything beautiful That you can contrive Has no desire to survive
This year the mirror the wall It cracked right through the middle And spring turned into fall Love the most beautiful killer of them all
