Lyrics Wild Strawberries

Wild Strawberries

The Only Things I Know

Maybe you're waiting

Hoping the world will spell it's name

In an open minded, whole-hearted way

Maybe you're waiting

Looking for the widow

Who's lost between a lie and a lonely way

Maybe you're afraid I'm the same way

A beggar's crutch, an angel's sigh

A broken hand pressed to it's side

These are the only things I know

Love is nothing when it's wise

Jesus holds me wondering why

These are the only things I know

Everyone's a preacher and everyone's a baker

And everyone's a bit of an undertaker going round and round

Throw me a bottle and I'll pass you a hammer

And we can make music like chinese lanterns blowing down

I can hear you talk about the space behind the mirror

And I can see you hold your hand up high

Breathe into the wind and talk about eternity

Look into the gutter and tell me what you see

The patient sun, the constant tide

The tuneless minstrelsy of pride

These are the only things I know

I am yours and you are mine

Life is circled by a line

These are the only things I know