All the things...
All the things she gave me

I wrapped them up in a big brown box
tied it with ribbon,
drove to the docks
checked my time 
by the old town clock
all the things...
I saw the watchman
He was blowing into cupped hands
as he walked to the car
He said "Where do you think 
you're driving to, son ?
All good folks are in bed 
and the day's work is done"
I said "Well, I'm just looking 
for someplace to burn
All the things...
All the things that she..."

All the things that she gave me
Where can I put them ?
Where can I hide them ?
All the things that she gave me
Where can I put them
where I don't have to see them ?

It's dark as hell here
this city's grown cold
The devil's in drag
playing poker with souls
The lots are all empty
and the last man's out
The moon's made of cheese
and God is a boy scout
When I go to sleep
I'll be dreaming about
All the things...
And then I'll dream about churches
with great tall spires
about cathedral and candles,
chimneys and choirs
I'll dream about that place where I set fire
All the things...
All the things that she...

All the things that she gave me
Where can I put them ?
Where must I hide them ?
All the things that she gave me
Where can I put them
so I can keep them away out of my
life