September stones and ice cream cones While the stars are out of reach Pitch black hats and lazy white cats On your postcard from the east Oh from the east Oh from the east Far far from the east Talk show hosts and famous little ghosts And at night I fall asleep With your head on fire and your hands on the wire It ain't easy to leave Ain't'easy to leave Ain't easy to leave So so easy to leave Revolving doors I saw some marbles on the floor Where someone left a dream On this gloomy afternoon like a dusty grey cartoon With portraits of old things Oh all the things Oh all the things All kinds of old things There's a left handed sky There's your veins running dry You are a puppet on a string Get your feet on the ground Colored leaves all around You do it all again Do it all again Do it all again You do it all again