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