The dust in your ashtray resembles a shape Earth slipping away from a rising face The telephone wires send a farewell parade Down your unlit street, and they cry all the way The wind on your balcony used to be shy It's too late in the evening to feel it come by "There's nothing to worry", you lied in my ear "I always feel like leaving around this time of year" The songs that you wrote have been teasing me They poke at me with their honesty The figurine man has been stealing the keys I knew he would take them eventually Now the wind in your clothes is seducing the night The sound that I hear is a fluttering sigh I saw your name on a keyring today And it laughed at me until I walked away