buttoned my shirt my left hand at the door
the love note still hanging from the mirror on the wall
it's hard to say what took our clothes away
when I can't recall why I write her words at all
or wait down the hall at the bottom top of the stair
hand and foot with flowers in my hand
thanks for the present was the past so unpleasant
when we gave ourselves away in promises made in sand
alone behind the dunes high tide at noon
who pulls the moon?
you feel the moment calling and beckon you into the room
you can't sense the emptiness when your heart's a balloon
pulled me inside my umbrella over her hair
I hadn't a problem playing the man left in the rain
then drove off stage without faking a wave
she could've left one just to wash away the stain
bittersweet perfume empty as a tomb
if things left to assume
you feel the moment calling and beckon you into her home
you can't comprehend density when your heart's made of foam
bittersweet perfume empty as a tomb
my mind in fumes
you feel the moment calling and beckon you into the room
you can't sense the emptiness when you heart's a balloon
you feel the moment calling and beckon you to share her soul
you couldn't have loved me with a heart of coal
and you can't love me now with a heart of gold
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