death cab for cutie
death of an interior decorator
You were the mother of three girls so sweet That storm through your turnstile, and climbed to the street But after conception, your body lay cold Withered through Autumn then you found yourself old  Can you tell me why have been so sad He took a lover on a far away beach,  While you arranged flowers and chose color schemes  Can you tell me why you have been so sad? Can you tell me why you have been so sad?  The girls were all there; they traded their vows. The youngest one glared with furrowed brow as They tenderly kissed and cut the cake. The bride then tripped and broke the vase, The one you thought would span the years, So perfectly placed below the mirror  Arriving late, you clean the debris And walked into the angry sea; It felt just like falling in love again. And it felt just like falling in love again.  Can you tell me why you have been so sad? Can you tell me why you have been so