Ezra Furman - Sinking Slow lyrics

All the broken pieces Lying in a pile Waiting to be swept up From the bathroom tile Broke my only mirror Feeling not quite right Empty little bedroom And a long night Oh, I miss my honey so Now I'm cold and lonely Oh, and I hope she comes back home To her boy whose heart is broke I'm sinking slow Born into a strange world Waiting for a train Sliding 'round Chicago In a soft rain Year of No Returning Hanging on the wall Praying for salvation And a phone call Oh, I miss my honey so And my childhood's ending Oh, and she's got to come back home To her boy descending slow I'm sinking slow