Was a beautiful burned-out town
And I was a proud young man
Made to run on the ground
The stars were in our hair
And one day, she called to me
Red birds on the wing
And the city made no sound
Talk to me
You must be married to your own mind
Talk to me
You're my lover but you're no friend
You're my lover but you're no friend
I was famous long ago
And buried before you were born
I've been bending the tops of the trees
I've been wrecked upon the shore
And a question that rocks my soul
Rocks my soul like a bell
If I take care of you
Who's going to take care of me?
Talk is cheap
It's no better than nursery rhymes
Talk is cheap
No, and lovers cannot be friends
Lovers cannot be friends
Walking the street today
She carried a book like a friend
Flying, I chanced to see
My life as a means to an end
Alive, I was a private man
In my beautiful town
Strung out like a pearl
Talk to me
I've been buried in the ground
Talk to me
I was your lover, yes, your loverman
I was your lover, yes, your loverman