"Much too much has been said..."
Much too much has been said, it’s a sorrowful story,
And a joyful ending is too much to feign,
I wanted no more than for you to restore me,
Paint over my pain
When the morning light comes it’s too pale to heal me,
And grief’s slender fingers pick the guitar,
I wanted no more than for you to conceal me
Like a scarf on a scar