The man was trying to talk to me
About scenes I did not know.
He asked me to spend the night with him,
So I said that I'd have to go.
For the words spilled out
From the edge of his lips
And fell down the side of his chin
As my mind moved away for a short holiday
With a girl I had seen come again
In her hair, you could smell the diesel fumes
Of a midnight motorway.
In her eyes, she keeps the summer times
Where happy a man lays plain [?].
Yes, you know how sometimes,
When you're making up rhymes
And you can't find a word that will fit?
Well, she was the one
That got stuck on your tongue
And gave you the option to quit.
She split the nighttime with her smile
And broke up the sky with her dreams
And she doesn't believe all the men she has known-
Were real, but that's how it seems.
In her leather shines the darkness
Of the natural [something?] tonight,
And she'll cut out your tongue
With each blade that she pulls
Though your conscience may put up a fight.
So, I watched her fumble with cigarettes
And a trembling coffee cup.
Yet, I'd be there myself if I knew where she was,
But she sighed and her mind drifted on
Yes, you know some times
When you're watching for signs
And you can't find a look that will fit?
Well, she was the one
Who put out the sun
And gave me a reason to quit.
Panes of glass have shattered now
And the wind comes racing in
To disconnect the spiders' webs
The spread their wings round the brim
Of the pots and the bottles that soak in the dust
With jungle of clothes that she keeps
In case, maybe some day
She feels that she may
Become queen of the night as she sleeps.
A trail of broken effigies
Lay scattered 'round her bed
The apples, the records, the cigarette ash
Have melted into her head
And she takes off her clothes to a Portuguese hymn
That she found in a jar on the beach
She woven it seems a basket of dreams
For the fruit that just out of reach.
At last, she has tasted the opium sleep
And wonders just how it will feel
When the fingers of fear touch her innermost soul
And the breath of life becomes real
Well, you know how sometimes
When you're alone in your mind
And you've just found a piece that will fit?
Well, she was the one
When all's said and done.
Who gave me the freedom to quit
The man was still trying to talk to me
About scenes I did not know.
He asked me to enter a contract with him
So I said that I'd have to go.
For the word, it spilled out
From the edge of his mouth
And fell down the side of his face
But my mind was away
On a short holiday
With a girl I'd seen leaving the place.