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Every moment of every day
I'm looking for words to say
I have to find some words to say
Cards on window sill, full of sentiment
Guess you didn't have the time
To send a present
Wouldn't it be nice to be alone tonight?
Wouldn't it be nice to be alone tonight?
When no one else would touch you, not even the light
Wouldn't it be nice to be alone tonight?
The cars on the pavement become so reticent
Roll their whole lives on cement
Driving away
Fools of ourselves we make our monuments
But is it all that it meant?
To see our eyes set in sediment?
Wouldn't it be nice to be alone tonight?
Wouldn't it be nice to be alone tonight?
When no one else would touch you, not even the light
Wouldn't it be nice to be alone tonight?
Wouldn't it be nice to be alone tonight?
Wouldn't it be nice to be alone tonight?
When no one else would touch you, not even the light
Wouldn't it be nice to be alone tonight?
Emily Dickinson
She had right idea
Don't let anybody see ya
Stay hidden away
Little hand-tied booklets of words
Become a monument
But is it all she meant?
To dole out such sentiment?