Cassandra, keep it down,
I don't think they can hear you now,
Don't think they heard you first time round,
No they can't hear you, no Cassandra,
Cassandra, it won't make sense-
Not if you think and think again,
Although they do say life is forgiving,
And ends are partnered with beginnings.
And daily, you saw it come,
And you gave warning, but couldn't run.
And so you watched 'til it was broken,
And knew that foresight delays no motion.
I know it's awful, I know it's bruising,
I know you can't see past the conclusion,
But still the world turns upon its axis,
And we make circles, so we can match it,
And read our lines, though we've had no practice.
Cassandra, keep it down
I don't think they can hear you now,
Don't think they hear you first time round,
No they can't hear you, there's no answer,
And maybe, there's something great
That gives us meaning, if we wait,
But still I'm human, and broken hearted,
To see your sundress, and your sunglasses,
And hear your question, and how you ask it-
"What use is love, if it always passes?"
"What use is love, if it always passes?"
And though they do say life is forgiving,
What use is life to those who aren't living?
And though they do say life is forgiving,
What use is life to those who aren't living?
I don't think they can hear you now,
Don't think they heard you first time round,
No they can't hear you, no Cassandra,
Cassandra, it won't make sense-
Not if you think and think again,
Although they do say life is forgiving,
And ends are partnered with beginnings.
And daily, you saw it come,
And you gave warning, but couldn't run.
And so you watched 'til it was broken,
And knew that foresight delays no motion.
I know it's awful, I know it's bruising,
I know you can't see past the conclusion,
But still the world turns upon its axis,
And we make circles, so we can match it,
And read our lines, though we've had no practice.
Cassandra, keep it down
I don't think they can hear you now,
Don't think they hear you first time round,
No they can't hear you, there's no answer,
And maybe, there's something great
That gives us meaning, if we wait,
But still I'm human, and broken hearted,
To see your sundress, and your sunglasses,
And hear your question, and how you ask it-
"What use is love, if it always passes?"
"What use is love, if it always passes?"
And though they do say life is forgiving,
What use is life to those who aren't living?
And though they do say life is forgiving,
What use is life to those who aren't living?