The man downstairs is in his work coat
Little glasses on his nose
Painting the spines of books in gold
The woman across has lost her socks again
And misplaced all her toes
Upending the flower pots and bowls
Even those magnificent shadows in the staircase
They're spiraling up to you and the rest
You're blowing bubbles in your bedroom
Finding you won't get back what you gave her
Picturing well lit lives of your neighbors
You've got your habits out to dry
But the winds knocking down the clothesline
Open to a love of any kind
Even those magnificent shadows in the staircase
They're spiraling up to you and the rest
Oh you make good company
And to the lives you keep, you dust them off
When the light lies long
Its stretching the banister up to the top
And filling the room
Easy and sound filtering through
Easy and sound filtering through
Easy and sound filtering through
Easy and sound filtering
And the rest
And the rest
And the rest
And the rest
And the rest