Slow Slow Music - The Go-Betweens

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

Pick me up in pieces

I’m scattered and broken

Slow, slow music

By the time I was 16

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)

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)