Darkness and colour realised
We cut the trees to clear a path
Arranged them in patterns
Aimed to please
The men that carve our epitaph

I looked away
And the lights came down
I heard you crying
When there's no one 'round
Just when i was about to say
You were going

In our tired old house
Of brick and steel
We changed the pictures
On the walls
We dressed the windows every nght
Our painted pictures poised to fall

I looked away
And the lights came down
I heard you crying
When there's no one 'round
Just when i was about to say
You were going