We Are Cut in Twain

Lyrics

[BROM, spoken] I can't make up my mind whether it's your life alone I don't like to endanger Or whether I'm also somewhat concerned about my own [TINA, spoken] Does a man think about such things? [BROM, spoken] Well, unless he's a complete damn fool He devotes some attention to his own prospects of survival, yes [TINA, spoken] And here I was, thinking how tragically beautiful it would be We'd be figures in a story: the legendary lovers of early Dutch occupation Brom and Tina, drinking passion and death together in one dark draught [BROM, spoken] I'd love to read about it But that pleasure, unfortunately, would never be mine [BROM] Oh, life and love are a series of separations Resembling all too closely vivisections A mingled yarn of infinite alternations With now and then one moment of perfection [TINA & BROM] We are cut in twain who would be one flesh And naturally we bleed The tears flow fast for the wound is fresh And desperate our need [TINA] Life seems to me but a series of obligations Like notes of hand presented for collection Or mortgages foreclosed by our near relations To cancel, void and nullify affections [BROM, TINA] We are cut in twain (We are cut in twain) Who would be one flesh (Who would be one flesh) And naturally (And naturally) We bleed (We bleed) The tears flow fast (The tears flow fast) For the wound is fresh (For the wound is fresh) And desperate (And desparate) Our need (Our need) [BROM] Oh, life and love are compact of mortification The curbs of hate upon youth's predilection Youth swears its love upon the constellation Age holds the stars are subject to correction [TINA & BROM] We are cut in twain who would be one flesh And naturally we bleed The tears flow fast for the wound is fresh And desperate our need