I'm not much good
If I just let you founder.
But my hands are tied.
In praise of compassion, from someone who evidently has not been able to display any. This song is from the "Oh Mercy" album, released in 1989. It's as beautiful as the rest of the songs there.
What good am I if:
I shut down to avoid hearing you cry
I know what's wrong and don't help
I look right through you
I turn a deaf ear
I ignore your tears
I don't acknowledge what you've been saying while you're asleep
I seize up instead of acting
I don't question who tied my hands or why, and don't try to untie them.
I talk trash
I laugh at sorrow's bounty
I turn my back while you die
If I just let you founder.
But my hands are tied.
In praise of compassion, from someone who evidently has not been able to display any. This song is from the "Oh Mercy" album, released in 1989. It's as beautiful as the rest of the songs there.
What good am I if:
I shut down to avoid hearing you cry
I know what's wrong and don't help
I look right through you
I turn a deaf ear
I ignore your tears
I don't acknowledge what you've been saying while you're asleep
I seize up instead of acting
I don't question who tied my hands or why, and don't try to untie them.
I talk trash
I laugh at sorrow's bounty
I turn my back while you die
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