Very Sweet Song

I carried the world on my back
to your front door
but darling you weren't home.
And Amelie
was baking her plum cake
she wakes from her dream state.
Love is pain,
pain is weakness leaving.
Love is weakness
leaving me.
It used to hurt my heart
to breathe your name
but darling
I'd say it anyway.
Cause love is pain,
pain is weakness leaving.
Love is weakness
leaving me.
And whether it's a dance, or a realization
my imagination
or a serenade. . .
between the devil and the deep blue sea,
I'm daydreaming
in Albany.
Love is pain
pain is weakness leaving.
Love is weakness,
leaving me.
--the lovely Laura Boggs