ST MARY'S OF REGRET
From: Last of the Good Straight Girls (1995)
Copyright ©
Susan Werner
I'm wearing that dress
I've pulled on those gloves
I put on my veil
We once were in love
We once had it all
The entire sky
We threw it away
And I wonder why
Passion's always half impossibility
But lovers that we lose we never dare forget
We visit them in mourning in December and in May
In the graveyard of St Mary's of Regret
The end of the street
The wrought-iron gate
The cobblestone path
The names and the date
The anxious hello
The everyday laugh
The intimate tears
The epitaph
Passion's always half impossibility
But lovers that we lose we never dare forget
We visit them in mourning in December and in May
In the graveyard of St Mary's of Regret
You're married by now
She's kind I suppose
Does she know what she has
Does she tell you she knows
Do you put on the suit
Do you try on the tie
Do you walk through that gate
Do you wonder why
Passion's always half impossibility
But lovers that we lose we never dare forget
Maybe someday there I'll see you in December or in May
In the graveyard of St Mary's of Regret
In the graveyard of St Mary's of Regret
We never dare forget