Crown of leaves, high in the window on a cold morning  
Young today, old as a railroad tomorrow  
Days are just drops in the river to be lost always  
Only you, only you, you know  

Years ago, birds of a feather would arrive nightly  
Gone you know, held to another like clutched ivy  
On the shore, speak to the ocean and receive silence  
Only you, only you, you know  

You hesitate so my memory fades, I'll hold to the first one  
I wouldn't turn to another you say, on the long night we've made  
Let it go  

Speak to me slow my dear  
No ghost of course in here  
Pleased to be lonesome quiet and clear  
All is alone in here