A box of ashes on the corner table top
Your glasses, a clock and a pocketwatch
Two glass dragonflies sit aside, wings astride
A friendship sinks, a bracelet breaks
And in good time a bead of sweat streams down your face through a lie
Love is great and all but god i miss the loneliness of rainy streets and the pig parade
Clear these lanes today with tambourines and in one more drum hit i'll be gone
Facing days in vain I once did tire of sleeping helpless, empty-handed of love you gave
Whisper my name again, take my head and in one more drum hit we'll be gone
(I told you i'd never be found out and I proved you wrong somehow)
But you never did notice the same old post script
Now you're running rings around me