I watched the dust pile up around you And your hands became so small It was clear that year you were waiting For way more than a call You asked for smoke, you asked for silence You rode 'round sofas stuffed with straw While the sun burned through the curtains All along that western wall That scene became a ritual that fall That same sun became a ghost And when you see you don't believe That anyone has any Warmth left up their sleeve Even your good blood gets dried up It gets swept up with the leaves To reveal some old graffiti we can't read So put a shine on your black shoes Push your black bu*tons through I never knew what you could do to you Well honey shine your black shoes Oh you had some information That you turned into a hymn That you sang into the answering Machines of all your friends But they never got the message For their ears are all of tin We all write letters we never send Well now the cyprus stands around you And I hope that you feel safe It's a painting from an auction At some wasted old estate Yeah they're always finding life They never knew survived this place And I hope the sunlight clears the branches to your face 'Cause when the clouds clear The freezing winds come down that mountain's face But there are streets we haven't walked At night you can see this town from space So put a shine on your black shoes Push your black bu*tons through I never knew what you could do to you Oh honey shine your black shoes Push your black bu*tons through You never know what you can do for you