I got myself a mortgage,
It didn't save the marriage.
We weren't insureed,
Insured against breakage.
If you believe in orphans
There's still a chance for love.
(The hand that warms you also harms you)
Pick me up in pieces,
I'm scattered and broken,
Slow, slow music.

[Chorus]
Pick me up in pieces,
I'm scattered and broken,
Slow, slow music.

By the time I was sixteen,
I knew the names of the planets,
Stayed away from the doorstep,
Was frightened of milk-bottles.
If you believe in orphans
There's still a chance for love.
(The hand that warms you also harms you)
I know I'm not an orphan
But I believe in love.
(The hand that holds you also scolds you)

[Chorus]

So! don't wake the children,
Leave them in bed.
In the land o the dreamless,
They're better off dead.
If you believe in orphans
There's still a chance for love.
(The hand that warms you also harms you)
I know I'm not an orphan
But I believe in love.
(The hand that holds you also scolds you)

[Chorus]


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"Slow Slow Music" as written by Robert Derwent Garth Forster Grant Mclennan

Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Universal Music Publishing Group

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