Martha Wainwright - The Rose Of Tacloban lyrics

I wrote inside my yearbook "To try is to succeed Fried chicken and the rumba The colors pink and cream" Ninoy was my first love But he said I was too tall A rich girl stole the sweetheart Of the Rose of Tacloban The heart grows slightly colder Necessary to survive And money makes it easy In many people's lives The sky above protects us Don't know what I will become Or what lies beyond tomorrow For the Rose of Tacloban Elegant women on a magazine page Elegant women, like a paper parade I don't go out dancing, I just stay at home Cutting out their faces and replacing them with my own Cutting out their faces and replacing them with my own The sky above protects us Don't know what I will become Or what lies beyond tomorrow For the Rose of Tacloban What lies beyond tomorrow For the Rose of Tacloban