Lyric Slow Slow Music

I got myself a mortgage,
It didn t save the marriage.
We weren t insureed,
Insured against breakage.
If you believe in orphans
There s still a chance for love.
(The hand that warms you also harms you)
Pick me up in pieces,
I m scattered and broken,
Slow, slow music.

Pick me up in pieces,
I m scattered and broken,
Slow, slow music.

By the time I was 16,
I knew the names of the planets,
Stayed away from the doorstep,
Was frightened of milk-bottles.
If you believe in orphans
There s still a chance for love.
(The hand that warms you also harms you)
I know I m not an orphan
But I believe in love.
(The hand that holds you also scolds you)

chorus

So! don t wake the children,
Leave them in bed.
In the land o the dreamless,
They re better off dead.
If you believe in orphans
There s still a chance for love.
(The hand that warms you also harms you)
I know I m not an orphan
But I believe in love.
(The hand that holds you also scolds you)

chorus