Soft chords drift across the hallway...
There's bourbon on the lid of the piano, that's all he needs:
Will you tell me
again tomorrow
That I won't be there
because of my sorrow?
Will you send those yarmulke's flying
only if
there's not me eyeing
everything the room does,
dear?
I know it's me
You've made that clear...
It seemed you wanted me to go
for you
like it'd be happy, smiling and not home
for you
I think you'd forgotten who you were facing, though
White winter snow, is best viewed from a window and...
That's why I didn't go.
Will you taunt me
again tomorrow
Facing a cane and a grin
that I'll borrow?
Will you send the people dancing
only if
You're not sensing
Me standing in a corner,
love?
Cursing David's stars above...
It seemed you wanted me to go
For you
Don't you know I take things slow
For you
Part of me thought it through,
none the less
And saw you needed reassurance
and not some stupid guess
Tomorrow you must tell me
how it went and how she looked
how the beauty of the ceremony
got your Rabbi overbooked
and if you do
I'll hide the scar
and celebrate
the mother you are.
Maybe if you really care you'll thank me that I stayed away
send all your prettiest thoughts astray
I won't laugh
I swear:
You'll say thank you doctor House,
Doctor House who wasn't
there.
Strings lay trembling, dying, inside the instrument...
The glass was empty.
First attempt at a song... Hugh, House doesn't need lyrics, I know. But he also doesn't need an audience and if singing like this makes him justify what he did for himself and admit to himself only that he has feelings... well, that's none of our business then, is it? :D
There's bourbon on the lid of the piano, that's all he needs:
Will you tell me
again tomorrow
That I won't be there
because of my sorrow?
Will you send those yarmulke's flying
only if
there's not me eyeing
everything the room does,
dear?
I know it's me
You've made that clear...
It seemed you wanted me to go
for you
like it'd be happy, smiling and not home
for you
I think you'd forgotten who you were facing, though
White winter snow, is best viewed from a window and...
That's why I didn't go.
Will you taunt me
again tomorrow
Facing a cane and a grin
that I'll borrow?
Will you send the people dancing
only if
You're not sensing
Me standing in a corner,
love?
Cursing David's stars above...
It seemed you wanted me to go
For you
Don't you know I take things slow
For you
Part of me thought it through,
none the less
And saw you needed reassurance
and not some stupid guess
Tomorrow you must tell me
how it went and how she looked
how the beauty of the ceremony
got your Rabbi overbooked
and if you do
I'll hide the scar
and celebrate
the mother you are.
Maybe if you really care you'll thank me that I stayed away
send all your prettiest thoughts astray
I won't laugh
I swear:
You'll say thank you doctor House,
Doctor House who wasn't
there.
Strings lay trembling, dying, inside the instrument...
The glass was empty.
First attempt at a song... Hugh, House doesn't need lyrics, I know. But he also doesn't need an audience and if singing like this makes him justify what he did for himself and admit to himself only that he has feelings... well, that's none of our business then, is it? :D