Through the iron gate
A memory comes too late
Closing up a window while you and I hesitate
But I will look to you and you to me
I get taken and mistaken habitually
I get tossed like a bone to the dogs in the sky
And closing is a gathering of eyes
But I will look to you and you to me
In between the space we chase the tune we dreamed so lazily
And I will look to you and you to me
Habitually
I get tossed like a bone to the dogs in the sky
And closing is a gathering, a gathering of eyes
But I will look to you and you to me
In between the space we chase the tune we dreamed so lazily
