You turned to me On election night With powder in your hair While "pardon me"s And "excuse me ma'am"s Coalesced out of the heat in the air I saw you then Through a camera lens In chiaroscuro style And in that frame For just a moment I Thought I could make out remorse in your eyes I'm giving it up So I can believe in you I'm giving it up So you've got to be sure Of who is tying your wings back And who is cutting your hair The good days come In a crystal glass With friends we used to have "Just call me up"s And "I'll see you there"s Are starting to take up the space of your name I'm giving it up So I can believe in you I'm giving it up So you've got to be sure Of who is tying your wings back And who is cutting your hair I've not seen Your face around here In years But believe me I've not forgot You blink and you look at me I blink and I fall asleep I'm giving it up So I can believe in you I'm giving it up So you've got to be sure Of who is tying your wings back And who is cutting your hair Is cutting your hair Is tearing down after the party Is cutting your hair And packing up the scissors Is cleaning up after the fun has been had And the paperwork gets signed And you walk it on back