Don't sing me love songs. 
You know they make me cry. 
Don't bring me any promises. 
You've none I want to buy. 
Don't send me any letters. 
You know I never learned to read. 
Leave them on the doorstep, 
Sit back and watch me bleed. 

Bleeding for the sailors, 
Who never caught the tide. 
And the wind goes on forever, 
Tomorrow never dies. 
And I wave goodbye to morning, 
And stake my life on land. 

I was sitting on the doorstop, 
Watching Satan have his day. 
It was half past morning 
'Fore I tore myself away. 
I've never looked beyond the mirrors 
Of our used-to-be. 
The gilded edges shadow sketches 
In the light of memory. 

And I found the paint by number, 

And the room began to dance, 
To the spinning of the clock. 
And I waved goodbye to morning, 
But I left the door unlocked. 

Well, the tears flow like wine, 
And the salt makes you blind. 
So you beg a little time, 
'Cause you're choking on the vine. 
But the words begin to pour, 
And it feels just like war. 
And your face is on the floor, 
And you cannot find the door. 

And I think I found the answer, 
Where you left it on the shelf. 
But it's too late to wonder 
If I left it there myself. 
And the room begins to rock, 
And the walls begin to steam. 
And the clock won't stop, 
And I'm living in between. 
And I wave goodbye to morning, 
And stake my life on dreams.