Cassandra, keep it down I don’t think they can hear you now Don’t think they heard you first time ‘round No they can’t hear you, no Cassandra,
Cassandra, it won’t make sense not if you think and think again But still they do say, “life is forgiving and ends up partnered with beginnings”
And daily, you saw it come and you gave warning, but couldn’t run and so you watched until it was broken and knew the foresight delays no motion I know it’s awful, I know it’s bruising, I know you can’t see past the conclusion but still the world turns upon it’s axis and we make circles so we can match it
And read our lines though we’ve had no practice
Cassandra, keep it down I don’t think they can hear you now Don’t think they heard you first time ‘round No they can’t hear you, there’s no answer And maybe there’s something great that gives us meaning, if we wait but still I’m human, I’m broken-hearted I see your sundress and your sunglasses I hear your question, and how you ask it “What use is love if it always passes?” “What use is love if it always passes?”
And though they do say, “Life is forgiving,” what use is life to those who aren’t living? And though they do say, “Life is forgiving,” what use is life to those who aren’t living?