It used to be so poetic
This little bandstand
The long waits and weather have
Ravaged it's once beauty and demand
Like a plant in sow-less ground
It never seemed to fail
To bring our friends around
On an early afternoon I was waiting for you
Somthing struck a chord with me
And I had to ring it through
Such a petty thing but to good to be true
If we can sing together just one last time
It would save forever and leave a smile
This little band stand inside our hearts
Is cursed and torn apart
On an early afternoon I was waiting for you
Somthing struck a chord with me
And I had to ring it through
Such a petty thing but to good to be true
If we can sing together just one last time
It would save forever and leave a smile
This little band stand inside our hearts
Is cursed and torn apart
If we can sing together just one last time
It would save forever and leave a smile
This little band stand inside our hearts
Is cursed and torn apart
Cursed and torn apart
It's cursed and torn apart