In the breathless hush of 4 a.m.

In the dark sits a sad cliche.

Cloaked in the navy blue of slowly fading stars



Tell me how this came to be

Sleeplessness talk to me

She'd say over and over again



Fumbling through a cut glass vase

Passing lipstick, cotton spools

Burning jealous pictures of marraiges of friends



You never asked to be

The glutton of sympathy

She says over and over again that this is the end



Cause I see it in your eyes

What you don't know, time to let go

I see it in your eyes

There is so much more out there to be learned



Such mournful words on this snowwhite vacant page

All the lessons that she learns she packs away



Will you never cease to be the glutton of sympathy

She writes over and over again



Tossing turning roll away

Indescision won't you ever make up your mind

Lifetime Nightime wake the day

Cause tomorrow will see if you've had your fill of sympathy



Will you never cease to be the glutton of sympathy?

Don't you know the stars are all fading let the sunshine capture the sparkle

of your smile