I'm having a little trouble finding the words here. Waits has already said everything there is to say and I feel like I'll just be repeating his words. Well, I'll say what comes to mind anyway. This song is very visual to me. It makes me see fields and crops and dew and soft, white skin. I see horizons and wrinkles. I see kindness. I see age. I see a vast, empty green world. I think there's much more on my mind and heart, but it's very late and the most important thing is that I know how I feel myself - not that I'm able to write it down.
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I fell into the ocean
when you became my wife
I risked it all against the sea
to have a better life
Marie, you are the wild blue sky
and men do foolish things
you turn fools into beggars
and beggars into kings
pretend that you owe me nothing
and all the world is green
we can bring back the old days again
when all the world is green
a face forgives the mirror
a worm forgives the plough
a question begs the answer
can you forgive me somehow?
maybe when our story's over
we'll go where it's always spring
the band is playing our song again
and all the world is green
pretend that you owe me nothing
and all the world is green
help me bring back the old days again
when all the world is green
the moon is yellow silver
all the things that summer brings
it's a love you'd kill for
and all the world is green
he's balancing a diamond
on a blade of grass
the dew will settle on our graves
when all the world is green
pretend that you owe me nothing
and all the world is green
we can bring back the old days again
when all the world is green
he's balancing a diamond
on a blade of grass
the dew will settle on our graves
when all the world is green
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