Hangover Days

It was in your basement apartment

with all of its earth and sea

making love on the carpet

under the light of the tv

outside the sour moon minstrels

shook their dark tambourines

the morning came in sinister

well window light menacing

with clouds up above and clouds down

below

killing time but it won't stand still

you said you never make a promise

that you can keep

I thanked you for being honest

you said, don't pull that shit on me

these are the hangover days

of frosted glass and metallic gleam

all the new non-places

erase my memory

we try so hard, we try so hard

we try so hard to love

it was underneath London bridge

I finally realized what you mean

meanwhile all of fashion's latest

were nipping at the heels of history

I tried to send you a postcard

but all I could write were apologies

so out the Columbia hotel window

I threw my heart into the street

with stars up above and stars down

below

killing time but it won't stand still, it won't stand still