David Byrne

I met my love at a funeral

Tired of goodbyes & burials

Friends I have known

Some I just met

Standing around

It's hard to forget ? now isn't it?

The war started in Bethlehem

A quarrel between holy men

Rocket's red glare

Night without end

Burning my eyes

It's hard to forget ? now isn't it?

And if our cells are our destiny

I want to be free of biology

You are my friend

And I hurt you, too

It is not what

I intended to do

I saw my love by the restaurant

Diggin for home fries in a garbage can

Ice cream & cake

Sweetness & light

A bottle of wine

That would be nice ? wouldn't it?