Did you find it? Play the song We had written We would sit down And start again From the beginning It was finally time To stop whining And start doing Anything, something To make them believe we were living And we kept on bleeding Long after the signatures Dried on the paper I stole from Melissa's Macbeth And oh how I needed so much to believe in it Isn't it sick how I thought that I knew you to d**h? How romantic Ushering in the new year With our childish antics And now soon after The gullible glimmer of hope turned to sarcastic laughter And we were intelligent people with eyes in our heads It's astonishing, is it? I thought you were just plain shy Oh, quiet kind of guy With the banner man waiting Behind every corner A delicate soldier, the loner How lonely was I? There is still time
We could still try It's very difficult When no one's there to Catch you in the rye You kept saying That the black cat [?] of godsend At least it made living worth hating You kept taking the bad with the worst Like some curse that your mother was making Oh and isn't it funny years later We'd look at it broken and shaking our heads laughing If we had known back then what trouble it would bring To actually want to create something beautiful Now we've turned into those pitiful people Too scared to touch And drinking way too much Oh, it's typical isn't it? Say it, you cynically asked for it Didn't we ask for it? Didn't we want to be lesser and lesser [?] Didn't it, didn't it, didn't it.. There is still time We could still try But it's very difficult When no one's there to Catch you in the rye