Turn on the radio and sing along
As they croon and sell you their heartbreak.
True love's true story: stake
All, all lost. Heartbreak love's meaning,
Joy its flavor. This is the hot swing
And our lives hang on these sweet mistakes
As on silken nooses, winking. It's our trick
That all hurts and failings turn to song.
We are for beginnings anyway, the best
Of us, and the heart's beatings need no rest.
