You left your black gloves on my table You left your dark horse in my stable Thinking of a way, to get you to stay And I promise to fight the wind and wait for you... ...are an owl, with tired eyes I am a scarecrow in disguise We often go out pacing When all I want to do is stay inside and lookout the window... ...with you There was a dead mouse in your arms That was the moment that you lost your charm An old bear paw, sitting in a jar Under a tree that never grew any leaves You shake my arms, you shake my hand I fell asleep in your cobweb And I'm turning off all the lights tonight Saw you in a crowded bar, pale with hungry eyes