on the train a stranger's breath creeps into my chest and it's always startling when you call me by my name even though I consider you to be a dear friend Violet Clem, Violet Clementine Violet Clem, Violet Clementine, Vi The parentheses are your temples that I read in between the lines of Then climbed up the steps and left your sky-blues Oh, Vi I'm not dead set on what I'm meant to do Love of mine I'm trying to be true to you Carroll Street I come I leave your station time and time over But you've given me many a thing to soldier on towards These words in a row build me a home Beneath which I bury my bones Picturing you painting is what puts me at ease You have a way of getting yourself mixed into the songs that I sing If I'm peanut bu*ter well then you're still aubergine And you'd fit real nice right beside me in this painting