Death Of An Interior Decorator

You were the mother of three girls so sweet
Who stormed through your turnstile
And climbed to the street
But after conception your body lay cold
And withered through autumn and you found yourself old.

Can you tell me why you have been so sad?
He took a lover on a faraway beach
While you arrange flowers and chose color schemes.

Can you tell me why you have been so sad?
Can you tell me why you have been so sad?

The girls were all there
They traded their vows
The youngest one glared with furrowed brows
They tenderly kissed then cut the cake
The bride then tripped and broke the vase
The one you thought would spend the years
So perfectly placed below the mirror
Arriving late, you clean the debris
And walked into the angry sea.

It felt just like falling in love again. [x2]

Can you tell me why you have been so sad?
Can you tell me why you have been so...