Children Of The Splice
David Brown / Gene Dunford
She comes to me in the night
We talk and put the world to rights
All the things that we would change
If we could have the time again
The goodbyes we would revise
Now it’s easy to be wise
She loved me once I lost her twice
When two lengths of rope are tied
There is pull to either side
And even if the union breaks
Each damaged end still holds the shape
The children of the splice
Both mourning their demise
She loved me once I lost her twice
She loved me once I lost her twice
She loved me once I lost her twice
Everybody hurts everybody cries
She loved me once I lost her twice
And when everyone has grieved
I will still be on my knees
One hand on the loving cup
One in the dirt trying to gather up
The scattered wedding rice
Love is always a compromise
She loved me once I lost her twice
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