Dry the flowers, file the sheet-music, save me for the fire I spent the day forgetting the dream that woke me up
The garden is empty and I still remember why I'm so reluctant ot start it again eternal November shines through the marrow of me
I never was a very good fighter they started me young You always were the very best lover that I couldn't love
The years they will make you a pretty good runner, yeah I've been running around all of this time Shot in the dark, down in the shadows waiting for when, yeah just waiting for when the coast is clear...
You were running around so you'd never remember this fear lights a fire under you And all you leave behind are the smoke and the ashes a trail of grey and blue...
Blame me dear for any disaster, oh how the kerosene ran dry and we made our bed in that familiar graveyard between the sternum and the spine
Oh darling I think that all of the answers went south on the backs of those grey winged birds or slipped through our finger while we were sleeping waiting for when, yeah just waiting for when the coast is clear...
Along the way the light is the medecine along the way we search for the sun to call us down the dark corridor back into the world....