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 [bad word] 
yeah I've [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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....