If I was the kind who was inclined to cry I'd cry for the strings I cut loose & I'd cry for the bridges I burned Just to make myself a little room to move Now I'm full up with lessons learned & the days that I made just to throw them away Now I'm closing all the curtains I'm switching off the phone Now I took down all your cameras & I open the fridge & hung from the hinges with the eggs & garlic The cheese & tomatoes The milk & the beer The strings & the bridges of a brand new year The first tear was a note & the note made a song & I hung the song from the hinges of the door Then I carried on just the same as before & nothing got different & nothing got changed But a new tune gets sweeter & simpler with age If you leave it alone If you leave it alone If you leave it alone It gets sweeter & simpler & softer & slower & younger the longer you leave it alone So I wrote you a note & the note read: "There's so much good silence in the emptiest heads I tipped my mouth towards pillowless beds & poured out my brains & my guts into ears & for each dear black sentence a sheer lack of tears No I don't want those words back, I don't miss those years But if I could hold your knees again under my chin again If I could kiss your nose us both brittle & thin again Maybe then baby then I could get light again Maybe then baby then I could get light again If I could kiss your toes, kiss your ribs, kiss your fingers Well, maybe then baby then I could get light & then I would be light I would be liked I would be liked" Ah, but if you leave it alone If you leave it alone If you leave it alone It gets sweeter & simpler & softer & slower & younger the longer you leave it alone Leave it alone Leave it alone Leave it alone Leave it alone