The man who owned the heartache That lived on the stairs Pa**ed me in the night whistling 'Memories of You' . I stared, too frightened to move For fear my eyes shone a light On the darkness he drew like a cloak All around his shoulders . And the church on the corner Marked the time for the mother Who was giving birth to a child across the hall . And I waited, half in anger, half in sadness For an answer to the call for help I had written on the wall And the rain fell like j**els
On the heads of all the fools Who wandered crazed with their souls ablaze for me . And the blessing of the hour Was the twilight and the tower With its golden bell from the bottom of the sea . And the moon through the window of the bedroom Where lovers slumbered Made a silver dance of such dust beneath the bed . And I waited for a moment in the lamplight Crystal gazing Listening to their hearts And the changing of their breath