It's closing time in my house, bring the furniture in Care like a platter offered for a day Fellow lips, I've drunk too much from the lives of others Their sorrows have grown stale, cluttering the table And I'll tell you how I dreamt it, I cut you with a stare No letter could help you reach me now I tried to be all that you would ask of me But I am just a friend As hollow as a violin As hollow as a violin Baby, that's the catch Your love is a fine suit and it wears me out And I tear like a shallow paddle through the world with balanced tips You curl your back in the lap of others and trust into the wind I'll leave all this for you to mend I'll leave all this for you to mend I'll leave all this for you to mend I'll leave all this for you to mend