When he walks by her way
Bringin' clouds out the day
She would tear her heart away
But he would never care
Just like we do
Feathered bones of ancient dreams
You collect
Like butterflies coves for a grub
On a tree
Shining through the ocean of
Bleeding wills and pink leaves
Of broken skins
Flame it's me and paper it's you
I hide away
On broken clocks and whiter pale
Like all those tales
Where the end is a sweeter place
You promised, I heard it, you did
You promised, I am sure, you did
Your big eyes told
You wouldn't have wept for us
Then I looked at you
With the same wet sight
And I promised, I would have gone
Yes, I promised,
But a promise is like the wind
And I hide away
On broken clocks and whiter pale
Like all those tales
Where the end is a sweeter place