You used to be so beautiful In your father's house on the hill Carrying your black bound book Beyond the world of thrill We'd dream of blond-haired children Who'd run between my legs You ordered me an omelet But I was not eating eggs You gave me 547 days To try and find a start Of the railway line to heaven Where you arranged to send your heart I used to put an X across The days that you and I missed But I burned my calendar and gone to sleep And dreamed of your mother hips The next time that I saw you Your hair had turned to brown You yelled at me across the room But you did not make a sound You were standing with a widower Who lost his will to try And was fooling all the drunken girls Who came to see him cry Late at night through the candle light I told you it wasn't just for kicks You said, "what?" and we nestled down into your mother hips Late at night through the candle light I told you it wasn't just for kicks You said, "what" and we nestled down into your mother hips