You left your black gloves on my table
You left your dark horse in my stable
Thinking of a way, to get you to stay
And I promise to fight the wind and wait for you...
...are an owl, with tired eyes
I am a scarecrow in disguise
We often go out pacing
When all I want to do is stay inside and lookout the window...
There was a dead mouse in your arms
That was the moment that you lost your charm
An old bear paw, sitting in a jar
Under a tree that never grew any leaves
You shake my arms, you shake my hand
I fell asleep in your cobweb
And I'm turning off all the lights tonight
Saw you in a crowded bar, pale with hungry eyes