Song For Sinking Lovers

That perfume in the air is like
the one she'd wear
And her hair it always took time to repair
My watch it brings of late to me
the times I'd wait
By the gate her way from work did indicate
Occasionally I think of things
When a cold hard bell inside me rings
Just in time I can pull the blind
and shut it from my mind
This cigarette I smoke reminds me of a joke
That we spoke on mornings
when we first awoke
My walk upon the grass right now
it brings to pass
When she'd ask if everything
we'd got would last
Shut it out