Lily

We were just a phase of flowers The happy days, the happy hours When the rain streamed down The fatal windows And her eyes seemed far away Up close When all the things you meant to mean And all the awful in between Gets tired Well, Lilly, I guess the best trick Is to see the magic Once you've seen the wires My pulse held still for her to pass And my heart beat again At last Now the roof is sitting on the floor Her past is fitting in a drawer Where all the lonely papers play Like we were only made of make-believe And fire Well, Lilly, I guess the best trick Is to see the magic Once you've seen the wires Against the grain Of a breeze Carves my girl in dark perfume Her doors open all The night skies make room My doors are facing The night skies just racing In bloom Go on home, your little tin With what's left of a heart Like the bark Of a ghost Of a dog That's still chasing his car Cause I'm south and of now South enough to rest The birds are singin' Sweet and meaningless Well, Lilly, I guess the best trick Is to see the magic Once you've seen the wires