Twelve o’clock on a busy street
A flood of memories
The moon was climbing up so high
On this October night (That night)
Flesh and bone
I found myself alone
With a heart of stone
Shadowed trees were reaching up
When all the stars had had enough
Passing cars were droning too
Their fatalistic Tune (Ooooh)
Ringing bells
You promised not to tell
Wherever you did dwell
I whispered “The border of your favorite dress,
It’s been torn and stained with sand and broken glass”
(Sand and broken glass)
What now, after all the things you said
Did we leave it in the past instead?
Gave you the necklace as the evening slipped away
Too late to mention what our bodies had on display
I held you tight
My head made sick inside
In the pale blue light
I whispered “The border of your favorite dress
It’s been torn and stained with sand and broken glass”
(Sand and broken glass)
The doorstep, you found another note that read
“Can we leave it in the past instead?”