Beneath the woven moonlight And the glistening lapidary against the sapphire eve Like ice-flakes on a dark hood For as great as my nearsighted eyes can see
With a cigarette in the driveway And the feathers of those clouds falling down My breath and the smoke runs away with the zephyr And Iβm alone again in this pretty how town
Without a sound Waiting for you to come back around Without a glance for the ground Waiting for you to come back
Like the farmers wait for their flax Or the women tend to the millions of moths That sound like rain on the roofs Or that sound like the crackling of my cigarette burning Breaking the silence beneath the woven cocoon Light of the white philtrum moon
Itβs her and I and the clouds falling down And just that single solitary sound Waiting for you to come back around Hoping you come back soon