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That's How I Knew This Story Would Break My Heart Lyrics
I drew a picture of you
You and your anchor tattoo
And saw the face that I knew
Covered in shame
You drew a bird that was here
A kind of sweet chanticleer
But with a terrible fear
That the cage couldn't tame
That's how I knew this story would break my heart–
When you wrote it
That's how I knew this story would break my heart
So, like a ghost in the snow
I'm getting ready to go
'Cause, baby, that's all I know–
How to open the door
And though the exit is crude
It saves me coming unglued
For when you're not in the mood
For the gloves and the canvas floor
That's how I knew this story would break my heart–
When you wrote it
That's how I knew this story would break my heart
That's how I knew this story would break my heart–
When you wrote it
That's how I knew this story would break my heart
You and your anchor tattoo
And saw the face that I knew
Covered in shame
A kind of sweet chanticleer
But with a terrible fear
That the cage couldn't tame
When you wrote it
That's how I knew this story would break my heart
I'm getting ready to go
'Cause, baby, that's all I know–
How to open the door
It saves me coming unglued
For when you're not in the mood
For the gloves and the canvas floor
When you wrote it
That's how I knew this story would break my heart
When you wrote it
That's how I knew this story would break my heart
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Beautiful.
I pluck the willow of sorrow A gulf divides us and there is no fairy bridge to carry me across I weep along Sadness sits on the grass I sing the story but I am heavy with sorrow She hears a flute afar—she shivers Dreaming a man sings to her of his love Dreaming a man’s hand is opening her robe Loyal but in despair I begin my journey of exile I played my flute to the summer moon But the moon soon veiled itself with cloud I decided to drown myself Fierce desire pulls me back Our world cares only for un-enchanted things Never listens to my song … We stand hand in hand We stand without talking We stand with tears Everything is fog and water
All the same, my late chrysanthemums are in bloom Gaze at them—their hot colors will re-warm your heart
[paraphrased poetry]
This song is part of Aimee Mann's concept album about John and Caroline, two lovers who meet at a fair and follow a tumultuous affair through addiction and despair. This song represents the part where Caroline realies that it's finally over and there's nothing left to do but leave.