The man who owned the heartache
That lived on the stairs
Pa**ed me in the night whistling 'Memories of You' .
I stared, too frightened to move
For fear my eyes shone a light
On the darkness he drew like a cloak
All around his shoulders .
And the church on the corner
Marked the time for the mother
Who was giving birth to a child across the hall .
And I waited, half in anger, half in sadness
For an answer to the call for help
I had written on the wall
And the rain fell like j**els
On the heads of all the fools
Who wandered crazed with their souls ablaze for me .
And the blessing of the hour
Was the twilight and the tower
With its golden bell from the bottom of the sea .
And the moon through the window of the bedroom
Where lovers slumbered
Made a silver dance of such dust beneath the bed .
And I waited for a moment in the lamplight
Crystal gazing
Listening to their hearts
And the changing of their breath