sparklehorse
most beautiful widow in town
We were both standing In your mother's living room Sweating up a storm in that Terrible month of June And the sweat rolled down your cheek And into your mouth I knew this must've been a dream Cause you're mother would never let me in her house  You are the most beautiful widow You are the most beautiful widow You are the most beautiful widow in town  Many years later The glassy month of December I stood with my hands in my pockets Trying to avoid A shiny wedding portrait Hanging on that old woman's wall Cause I knew you'd be wearing a smile That'd be too painful to look upon  You are the most beautiful widow I bet you are the most beautiful widow I bet you are the most beautiful widow in town