I can see being with you You're got a body I imagine to be like What I imagine you're 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 yesterday?s fire The bed looked like a butcher?s 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 It's inappropriate But at least the walls are white A piece of fool?s gold next to an empty vase; I'm too old for you anyway. And I know you?ll disagree Because you know that you're 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. We're just getting off on yesterday?s fire From under a rock, I'm 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