The birds are already singing
But it ain't really morning yet
And every note and trill just goes to tell
That D is the key of regret
I don't know when I first learned it
But it's one of those things you never do forget
Probably it was the jukebox that taught me
That D is the key of regret
Two strangers were talking
And they asked if I could help them
settle a bet
I said I didn't know for sure if it was
Leonard Cohen or Gram Parsons
But I knew for sure that D is the
key of regret
In some dark corner of some dark bar
Someone maybe you've never
even met
Is sitting by their lonesome wondering
where you are
And if you know that D is the
key of regret
It was right when I went to call
that number
And only then that I did begin
to suspect
That you preferred to do another
Known as "D is the Key of Regret"
When I said I could love you
You know you weren't supposed to take that as a threat
Now you know that all real songs are olf
And that D is the key of regret
Sometimes in a dark night, I think on all I've done
And I remember things not done yet
Then I pick up my guitar and it plays for me
D is the key of regret
Spooky happenings at a distance
A dog buried to his neck in quicksand
An eye slips like a snail through your hand
What is snowfall to a blind beggar,
even in Istanbul?
It's the neverending story, hatred and glory
Oh blood, the flies have won
Hatred and glory, the neverending story
Oh blood, the flies have won
What does it take to kill a king?
What does it take to shred a butterfly's wings?
Only the vampires also cooperate
This is a place where gangrene has set in
It's the neverending story, hatred and glory
Oh blood, the flies have won
Hatred and glory, the neverending story
Oh blood, the flies have won
Certain customs always abide
Gibbets and wheels from Dresden
to Prague
Verify the slaughter or perform
it yourself
Cattle cars rolling through
the night and the fog
It's the neverending story, hatred
and glory
Oh blood, the flies have won
Hatred and glory, the neverending story
Oh blood, the flies have won
The bishop perished in the desert
Searching for God
People professed to be shocked
I find that odd
It's the neverending story, hatred and glory
Oh blood, the flies have wom
Hatred and glory, the neverending story
Oh blood, the flies have won
Is anybody listening
At least you'd know they care
Nobody's listening
No one's there
It's the neverending story, hatred and glory
Oh blood, the flies have won
Hatred and glory, the neverending story
Oh blood, the flies have won
Flow my tears, the policeman said
Only savages live in dreams
Knowledge and the desert, or eternal salvation
She got the sugar, she got that sweet blood
It's the neverending story, hatred and glory
Oh blood, the flies have won
Hatred and glory, the neverending story
Oh blood, the flies have won
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