Lyrics: Adam Melchor/Bruno Major
Music: Adam Melchor/Bruno Major
Amelia is always reading books with sweet quotations
Tryna find a glimpse of light, a source of inspiration
She scribbles on a Post-it note her newfound one-line anecdotes
And sticks 'em to her fridge for motivation
It appears to me that empathy is the gift that keeps on giving
She wrote it in the diary of living
Amelia and John got married in the early sixties
Back then, she was all he loved before he found the whisky
"In sickness and health," she said, the fine print she had never read
The person who you fell for might go missing
A lover is an enemy you choose to keep forgiving
She wrote it in the diary of the living
Let the choirs of fallen angels sing the hallelujahs
Let the devil on your shoulder try their best to fool ya
'Cause there are pages missing
In the diary of living
Amelia is paying for her daughter's education
Strokes her hair, says goodbye, and drops her at the station
There's so much she wants to say before her baby goes away
She'll save it for another conversation
You can only learn the lessons you are ready to be given
You can find them in the diary of living
Let the choirs of fallen angels sing the hallelujahs
Let the devil on your shoulder try their best to fool ya
'Cause there are pages missing
In the diary of living