I won't leave a stitchin' behind
The pane of my window will flicker and glimmer
What melody will see him in my arms again?
You'll never get nothing of mine
Oh, what melody will lead my lover from his bed?
I'll feed on my drum until then
I'll sing of the walls of the well and the house at the top of the hill
What melody will see him in my arms again?
I'll sing of the years you will spend getting sadder and older, oh love
Yesterday fever, tomorrow St. Peter
I'll sing of the bottles of wine that we left on our old windowsill
What melody will lead my lover from his bed?
Set fire the foundation and burn out the station
