John Wilson

Tell me what was the chemistry That broke open the ribs of your chest Let the heart out to wander Into such recklessness. It's dangerous out there in the dark. Meanwhile, back there in Ontario John Wilson had gone Made all the other boyfriends Look so terrible, terrible! This is no dress rehearsal! No soundcheck! this is the show! If all you wanna do is practice, Maybe we should let it go... All the countries Lined all their words up End upon end Were embarrassed When they discovered How they had murdered The simple perfect of language (like) Kiss me oh and I'll kiss you too Love me and I will love you Be gentle with me, I'm as scared I'm as scared as you This is no dress rehearsal! No soundcheck! this is the show! If all you wanna do is practice, Maybe we should let it go... This is the sound of the heart unravelling This is the sound of the heart unravelling Love had tried to hitch-hike a ride From thunder bay Had greyhounded most of the ride And Sat at the back of the bus by the cans where All the guys out of jail would Sit and drink themselves to sleep Love held their hands Love held their hands the whole way home Through every little town That did not want them back Love leaned in, love was just like that This is no dress rehearsal! No soundcheck! this is the show! If all you wanna do is practice, Maybe we should let it go... This is the sound of the heart unravelling