Please leave me alone
With all the satin I’ve torn
All the footprints I’ve left
And all the dust I have blown
The garden is broke
The flowers be dead
You took their last will away
As you walked in their head
Now instead of goodbyes
I must sit here and plead
That you will run away with me
And the link will be freed

The bow on your finger
The sound of your pleas
Takes me to the days when I was
Above these pesky weeds
When I run by your house
My memory bleeds
At the sight of the lonely curtain
Just swaying in the breeze
At the sight of the lonely curtain
Just swaying in the breeze

The wood of your porch
The metal of your screams
The story is over
But I still can’t find the theme
The unfinished picture
Of a life that now seems
Like it was just a fantasy
Back in somebody’s dream
Straying the hilltops
Searching for the unknown
A lonely man sitting on a rock
For the son he disowned

The bow on your finger
The sound of your pleas
Takes me to the days when I was
Above these pesky weeds
When I run by your house
My memory bleeds
At the sight of the lonely curtain
Just swaying in the breeze
At the sight of the lonely curtain
Just swaying in the breeze

“Why do you hide your face?”
Says the widower’s slave
I say just to hide the scars
Of another secluded day
My shadow mocks me
Following into the road
Where it runs away
And never comes home
Does it go visit you?
What can you hear it say?
Can you feel my ache of conciseness?
And only see the color grey

Then what color is the sky now?
And only see the color grey
Then what color is the sky now?
And only see the color grey

The bow on your finger
The sound of your pleas
Takes me to the days when I was
Above these pesky weeds
When I run by your house
My memory bleeds
At the sight of the lonely curtain
Just swaying in the breeze
At the sight of the lonely curtain
Just swaying in the breeze

At the sight of the lonely curtain
Just swaying in the breeze