[Lyric] Thank You Note (David Olney & Anana Kaye)

My humble thanks for an extraordinary evening
I don’t know when I’ve been so entertained
The conversation so bold so full of meaning
There were times I thought I’d go insane

You’re breaking up in me and falling all to pieces
It’s hard to understand the voices in my head
What kind of game is this? What kind of strange disease?
Is this the touch of your hand
Or the cold cold death

The string quartet performed with such pure feeling
It’s hard to believe they were all deaf and blind
The soprano’s dress was so tasteful so revealing
The tailor made just for her bump and grind

You’re breaking up in me and falling all to pieces
It’s hard to understand the voices in my head
What kind of game is this? What kind of strange disease?
Is this the touch of your hand?
Or the cold cold death
I’ve survived a plague in the 15th century
But I can’t survive the thought of losing you
If it’s all in vain my dreams and your reality
There’s one thing I need you to know

You’ll be glad to hear that pain is now receding
The doctors say they’re pleasantly surprised
What a relief! To know they’ve stopped the bleeding
They’re hopeful I may get back my sight

You’re breaking up with me, I didn’t hear a word you said
I’m busy breaking up with the voices in my head
What kind of love is this? What kind of strange disease?
Oh the touch of your hand
Is the touch of the cold cold death