I saw the lion on the elephant's back I heard your name in a book, saw your face in a map
And now I hear your name everywhere I go But I'm the quiet wall, a quiet bed making blankets for the dead
How do you make up with a ghost Who stopped the blood running from your nose?
And the snow is falling hard down on this old window I thought that summer was near but what do I know? The taste of your lips, the lead in your eyelids The sea under the boat, my hands and your rain pours
And I choose to rock and forget the sailors blues today I think I'll sleep in this ghost town for a while if you don't mind