i can see being with you youve got a body i imagine to be like what i imagine youve been told i can see being with you your clothes are great and you wear them loose and you know when to hang on and when to let go you had a house and you took me there i had to notice that the walls were bare and white like the ashes of yesterdays fire the bed looked like a butchers block and you liked it better when i was on top and i thought about nothing at all you seem alright a little close to the night but you seem alright its inappropriate but at least the walls are white a piece of fools gold next to an empty vase im too old for you anyway and i know youll disagree cause you know that youre pretty when you lie before i go i think i should tell you that all the stars are dying and most of them are already through were just getting off on yesterdays fire from under a rock im on my way to grace i have stopped in a thousand houses on my way but i never will forget oh no i never will forget about the way we played the fall and broke your plates against the wall as the sun rose then we fell asleep in the glass and then i had to go