LOST EN TU BLUE (elm street) - DANNYBEAR

No, I shan't complain If on an April day and the ice gusts in from Norway Scours the sand Off of your grieving skin And as you lay me down to sleep And under earth two metres deep Take the stones and the coals from the saw arms You place them at my head You place them at my feet No, I shan't complain If only a dozen or so of the loves of my life Cannot contain their grief And they weep real tears Of all those wasted years And as you lay me under earth take comfort in the knowing That they haven't an ease A bitter soul to keep No, I shan't complain I had the best time laughing with my girls I had the best life offered up by this blue marble Or any alien world And no, I shan't complain If the lasting memory of me is the sign of a new life budding In the leaves of the elm trees No, I shan't complain I had the best time laughing with my girls I had the best life offered up by this blue marble Or any alien world I shan't complain No, I shan't complain I had the best time laughing with my girls I had the best life offered up by this blue marble Or any alien world No, I shan't complain I had the best time laughing with my girls I had the best life offered up by this blue marble Or any alien world I shan't complain No, I shan't complain No, I shan't complain

I sold my banjo for a bag of dope And a pitcher of beer at the 404 and Sitting here I'm crying I broke my hand over my good friend's head And now it's two weeks later in a hospital bed and That curse will follow you And no, I won't hurt you anymore I'll just walk right out that door Well I was lost and so was she She taught me to love, to feel and breathe And it was Daisy, Daisy Five states ago I was a different man And now I've done some things that you may resent but I don't think you mind And whoa, oh I won't hurt you anymore I'll just walk right out that door I pawned my banjo for a bag of dope And a pitcher of beer at the 404 and Sittin' here I'm cryin' And whoa, oh I won't hurt you anymore I'll just walk right out that door

And there was a very sacred place back home where I grew Oh, between three old pine trees that nobody knew And I'd close my eyes and pass the time like youngins often do But now I'm long gone, completely ruined Oh, darlin' you and I were made for many different things Oh, to live and learn, and lie and laugh, and fight and dance and sing But our hearts have been so battered by the things that we have seen And I can feel it in the way that you look at me We could pick any old road and start again Hell, we could change our names and try to forget Lord knows I'll be sorry when it's done Oh, but circumstances shot us down like September doves Circumstances shot us down like September doves My grandmother's lullabies used to sing me to sleep Oh, and I can't sleep nowadays without liquid relief Well, if lullabies were whiskey then my Grandma's drinks were cheap I can't afford sleep anymore For we were never made for love, our souls are far too old Oh, but loneliness needs company and a lost dog needs a home So, you will be the fire and I will be the coal Baby, we can burn out of control We could pick any old road and start again Hell, we could change our names and try to forget Oh, Lord knows I'll be sorry when it's done Oh, but circumstances shot us down like September doves Circumstances shot us down like September doves We could pick any old road and start again Hell, we could change our names and try to forget Oh, Lord knows I'll be sorry when it's done Oh, but circumstances shot us down like September doves Circumstances shot us down like September doves