My Sister Grenadine At Night I Fall Asleep
September stones and ice cream cones
While the stars are out of reach
Pitch black hats and lazy white cats
On your postcard from the east
Oh from the east
Oh from the east
Far far from the east
Talk show hosts and famous little ghosts
And at night I fall asleep
With your head on fire and your hands on the wire
It ain't easy to leave
Ain't'easy to leave
Ain't easy to leave
So so easy to leave
Revolving doors I saw some marbles on the floor
Where someone left a dream
On this gloomy afternoon like a dusty grey cartoon
With portraits of old things
Oh all the things
Oh all the things
All kinds of old things
There's a left handed sky
There's your veins running dry
You are a puppet on a string
Get your feet on the ground
Colored leaves all around
You do it all again
Do it all again
Do it all again
You do it all again
