The Chaconne

Now the bough breaks

Now the bough breaks

Now the bough breaks

Now the bough

Now the bough breaks

Now the bough breaks

Now the bough breaks

Now the bough

The books I read

Said you were a fragile kid

Just as I'd imagined it

Your story goes

Another nosebleed

Roses on the pillowcase

The fever breaks and you're back on earth again

And you rehearse in the living room

The nursemaid comes mid-afternoon

To say you've practiced long enough today

She takes your bow

It's suppertime

But oh, your only appetite

Was fixed on the chaconne you'd hoped to play

So, soon, you're off to the academy

The honors and the accolades

First a darling, then a marvel

When we met, I was still a young girl

You had changed, already famous

Your name was a contagion

You were vain, hard to take

All the same, I was brave

And how the tides rise (how the tides)

How the tides rise (how the tides)

How the tides rise (oh, how the tides)

How the tides

Well, I don't suppose you'd tell the truth

So I won't ask you anymore

All the things that we all do

To pass the time between the wars

I don't regret a single day

Heard your chaconne on every stage

Your love sleeps in a velvet case

So what'd you bring me, bring me for?

What'd you bring me, you bring me for?

I hear you keep your pretty wife alive

On only brie

They say a dozen years ago

She could have passed for me

She doesn't trust you with the baby

Maybe better that way

Safe in your study, going grey

You're at your best

When you're alone

Above the fray

With your chaconne

Now the bells toll (now the bells)