or
Morrissey

Reflecting from my deathbed,
I'm balancing life's riches...against the ditches
And the flat gray years in between
All I can see are the never laid,
That's the never played symphonies

I can't see those who tried to love me,
Or those who felt they understood me
And I can't see those who
Very patiently...put up with me

All I can see are the never laid,
Or the never played symphonies

You were one
You were meant to be one,
And you jumped into my face
And laughed and kissed me on the cheek
And then were gone, forever...not quite

Black sky in the daytime
And I don't much mind dying,
When there is nothing left to care for...anymore
Just the never laid
The never played symphonies

You were one
You knew you were one
And you slipped right through my fingers
No not literally,
But metaphorically
And now you're all I see...as the light fades...

Written by WHYTE, ALAIN GORDON / MORRISSEY, STEVEN PATRICK
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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