Wittgenstein's Arm

Hey, there. Now, did I hear your voice
Ringin' out in the early mornin'?
Did I hear you singin' right through the night
Out there while I was rollin'?
Did ya see my brother lyin' in the ditch,—
Knuckles all scraped, and the powder on him—
Passin' like a shadow right through the night,
Through my days, and through my mind?
Love is dead, and truth is empty:
It won't heal, and it won't save me.
See that girl in the checked white skirt?
I'll hold her tonight, and maybe it'll work.
Love is all—
A white dove in the snow
Passin' through
Like a bright new moon.
Honour froze
Where men's blood once flowed.
Death runs deep in this family.
Write your song for the left hand only.
Lost my arm in the First Great War;
Wish I'd never learned that piano before.
See my brother drinkin' from the glass?
They say he died with his eyes wide open.
Poison flowin' right through the veins;
Glass of milk fell from his hand.
Love is all. (Love is all.)
Find a right way home.
Time is all. (Time is all.)
Find a right way home.
Powder moon, (Powder moon,)
Find a right way home.
Time is all. (Time is all.)
Find a right way home.
Hey, there. Now, did ya hear my voice
Ringin' out in the early mornin'?
Did ya hear me singin' right through the night?
I wonder if you'll ever get tired of it.
'Cause death runs deep in this family.
Write your song for the left hand only.
I lost my arm in the First Great War;
I wish I'd never learned that piano before.
I wish I'd never learned that piano before.
Love is all. (Love is all.)
Find a right way home.
Time is all. (Time is all.)
Find a right way home.
Love is all. (Love is all.)
I found a right way home.
Time is all. (Time is all.)
Find your right way home.