The phone slips from a loose grip;
Words were missed, then, some apology.
I didn't want to tell you this--
No, it's just some guy, she's been hanging out with
Oh, I don't know, the past couple of weeks I guess.
Thank you and hang up the phone.
Let the funeral start.
Hear the casket close.
Let's pin split-black ribbon to your overcoat.
But laughter pours from under doors--
In this house, I don't understand that sound no more.
It seems artificial; like a T.V. set.
Haligh, Haligh,
Haligh, Haligh.
This weight it must be satisfied.
You offer only one reply:
You know not what you do.
But you tear and tear your hair from roots.
From that same head, you have twice removed,
Now, a lock of hair you said would prove:
Our love would never die.
Well, ha, ha, ha.

I remember everything;
The words we spoke on freezing South Street.
And all those mornings, watching you,
Get ready for school.
You combed your hair inside that mirror;
The one you painted blue, and glued with jewelry tears.
Something 'bout those bright colors,
Would always make you feel better.
But, now we speak with ruined tongues,
And the words we say aren't meant for anyone.
It's just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance.
But there was once you,
You said you hate my suffering,
And you understood, and you'd take care of me.
You'd always be there,
Well, where are you now?
Haligh, Haligh,
A Lie, Haligh,
The plans were never finalized.
But, left to hang like yarn and twine,
Dangling before my eyes.
As you tear and tear your hair from roots,
From that same head that you have twice removed.
Now, a lock of hair you said would prove:
Our love would never die.
And, I sing and sing of awful things,
The pleasure that my sadness brings
As my fingers press onto the strings--
Yet another clumsy chord.
Haligh, Haligh, an awful lie.
This weight would now be satisfied.
I'm gonna give 'ya only one reply:
I know not who I am.

But I talk in the mirror, to the stranger that appears.
Our conversations are circles,
Always one sided;
Nothing is clear.
Except, we keep coming back to this meaning that I lack.
He says, "The choices were given,
Now I must live them,
Or just not live."
--But do you want that?