zephyr
The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The lonesome organ grinder cries
You watch the lad with a bittersweet fondness in your eyes, and sorrow close behind. "Boy's growin' up fast," you remark softly, as much to yourself as Elias. You lost the chance to see your own son grow up, to teach him about the shoreline and the work you do, but you can't find it in yourself to resent Elias for his fortune, the happiness of his child.
Tearing your keen eyes away from the lad and swallowing the lump in your throat, you instead focus in on the gems the merchant casually displays. They're quite appealing, if a bit impractical. Usually you're more of a set-up man than a purchaser, but you can't deny the allure of shiny when you see it.
Your tone is casual as you look over the stones; to anyone listening this would be a simple conversation between friends. "Aye, with Apopo goin' off she's here for the long haul," you grumble with mock-unhappiness, rubbing your silver stubble. "Means Jack'll be a thorn in my side longer'n usual. Though maybe I could bring 'im somethin' nice to soothe his temper..." Again, you glance at the jewels.
Tearing your keen eyes away from the lad and swallowing the lump in your throat, you instead focus in on the gems the merchant casually displays. They're quite appealing, if a bit impractical. Usually you're more of a set-up man than a purchaser, but you can't deny the allure of shiny when you see it.
Your tone is casual as you look over the stones; to anyone listening this would be a simple conversation between friends. "Aye, with Apopo goin' off she's here for the long haul," you grumble with mock-unhappiness, rubbing your silver stubble. "Means Jack'll be a thorn in my side longer'n usual. Though maybe I could bring 'im somethin' nice to soothe his temper..." Again, you glance at the jewels.
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
But it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you
But it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you
