The ashtray on the windowsill
Fills with falling rain
The morning meets my eyes again
The things we never say
When we're wide awake
I hear them echo through the day
Rattle around in my dreams why don’t you
Little bird, my turtledove
You’re walking in my sleep like there is
Something that you need to know
I know you know I know
I know you know I know
The sleeve your elbow went through
The holes you never patch
Your tattered rags in shades of black
Clothes don't make the man
But I love that velvet coat
The ties I’ve fixed around your throat
Rattle around in my dreams...