t was in your basement apartment with all of its earth and sea making love on the carpet under the light of the tv outside the sour moon minstrels shook their dark tambourines the morning came in sinister well window light menacing with clouds up above and clouds down below killing time but it won't stand still you said you never make a promise that you can keep I thanked you for being honest you said, don't pull that shit on me these are the hangover days of frosted glass and metallic gleam all the new non-places erase my memory we try so hard, we try so hard we try so hard to love it was underneath London bridge I finally realized what you mean meanwhile all of fashion's latest were nipping at the heels of history I tried to send you a postcard but all I could write were apologies so out the Columbia hotel window I threw my heart into the street with stars up above and stars down below killing time but it won't stand still, it won't stand still