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Intro

The phone slips from a loose grip

Words were missed, then some apology

I didn't want to tell you this

 No, it's just some guy she's been hanging out with

 I don't know, the past couple of weeks, I guess

Thank you and hang up the phone

 Let the funeral start, hear the casket close

 Let's pin split-black ribbon to your overcoat

The laughter pours from under doors in this house

 I don't understand that sound no more

 Seems artificial, like a T.V. set

Haligh, Haligh, a lie, Haligh

 This weight, it must be satisfied

 You offer only one reply

 You know not what you do

 As you tear and tear your hair from roots

 Of that same head you've twice removed

 Now a lock of hair you said would prove

 Our love would never die

 Well, ha ha ha

I remember everything

 The words we spoke on freezing South Street

 All those mornings watching you

 Get ready for school

You combed your hair inside that mirror

 The one you painted blue

 And glued with jewelry tears

 Something about those bright colors

 Would always make you feel better

But now we speak with ruined tongues

 And the words we say aren't meant for anyone

 It's just a mumbled sentence to

 A passing acquaintance

But there was once you

You said you hate my suffering, and you understood

 And you'd take care of me

 You'd always be there

 Well, where are you now?

Haligh, Haligh, a lie, Haligh

 The plans were never finalized

 But left to hang like yarn and twine

 Dangling before my eyes

 As you tear and tear your hair from roots

 From that same head that you have twice removed

 Now, a lock of hair you said would prove

 Our love would never die

 And I sing and sing of awful things

 The pleasure that my sadness brings

 As my fingers press onto the strings

 Yet another clumsy chord

Haligh, Haligh, an awful lie

 This weight would now be satisfied

 I'm gonna give you only one reply

 I know not who I am

 But I talk in the mirror

 To the stranger that appears

 Our conversations are circles

 Always one sided, nothing is clear

 Except we keep coming back

 To this meaning that I lack

 He says the choices were given

 And now, you must live them

 Or just not live

 But do you want that?

-Anders Johnsson