[Intro] [Prelude] [Verse1] The rain is hanging in the air like a dog waiting for its name. A cigarette burns in a glass of milk and the clock has swallowed its own hands. [Verse2] Somewhere an old piano coughs in a room wallpapered with yesterday’s sighs. A man with two shadows is selling used confessions from a tin suitcase. [Drop] [Break] [Interlude] [Bridge] You tell me you’ve been keeping your heart in a paper bag under the bed, next to the bones of a telephone that never rang. [Verse] The street smells of cold coffee and someone else’s laundry. People pass with faces like crumpled postcards, all sent from places they never visited. [Interlude] I drink from the gutter and taste Sunday. [Drop] [Pause] [Outro] I drink from the gutter and taste Sunday....just like Sunday....mmmmmhhmm [End]
