Curtain

Your eyes are like a curtain

And the sun goes through it

And a crystalline expression

Questions some kind of fall from grace

Reflecting green shadows

Through black shutter curls

Cruciform fossils lay

Excavated on your memory

Like plaster-casted lovers

Whose kiss became the only thing

That ever really mattered

To a Vesuvian world

My thoughts die out slowly

On the blood-swept plains

Where I see you every night

And to the lonely hours

It's like burning the furniture

To keep the house bright at night

The night is getting late

And all the horns have been blown

And the drummer's looking cock-eyed

On his rusty metal throne

And I'm somewhere in the distance

And you're somewhere at home

And I'm waiting for the money

So I buy another drink

And like a pile of dirty dishes

You carry yourself to the sink

Well, the lake is out there freezing

But it's doubly alone

If your heart's not in it

Then your heart's not in it

Then my heart's not in it

If your heart's not in it

Then your heart's not in it

Then my heart's not in it

If your heart can't take it

Then my heart can't take it

Then my heart can't take it

If your heart can't take it

Then your heart can't take it

Then your heart can't take it

My thoughts die out slowly

On the wind-swept panes

Where I see you every night

And to the lonely hours

It's like burning the furniture

To keep the house bright at night