Comfort is fleeting again Just like an old friend Or the taste of disdain Like pennies in my mouth The echoing shape of our name Washing away in the rain From a wind in the south Going down Filling my mouth Going down Like a wind from the south Comfort is fleeting again Just like an old friend Spitting water against the wind It'd be real nice to see you again If you can pretend I still exist For a minute or two Going down The back of my mouth Going down Like all good things, coming to an end