I can see being with you
You’ve got a body I imagine to be like
What I imagine you’ve been told
I can see being with you
Your clothes are great and you wear them loose
And you know, when to hang on and when to let go
You had a house and you took me there
I had to notice that the walls were bare
and white like the ashes of yesterday’s fire
The bed looked like a butcher’s block
And you liked it better when I was on top
And I thought about nothing at all
You seem alright
A little close to the night
But you seem alright
It’s inappropriate but at least the walls are white
A piece of fool’s gold next to an empty vase
I’m too old for you anyway
And I know you’ll disagree cause you know that you’re pretty when you lie
Before I go I think I should tell you
That all the stars are dying and most of them are already through
We’re just getting off on yesterday’s fire
From under a rock, I’m on my way to grace
I have stopped in a thousand houses, on my way
But I never will forget, oh no, I never will forget
About the way we played the fall
And broke your plates against the wall
As the sun rose
Then we fell asleep in the glass and then I had to go