When the sky was the color of cream
And you started leaving messages on my answering machine
Telling me that you were way across town and
Would be home in a night or two
I started keeping track of my losses
There were only one or two i couldn't cover
And up there against the milk while sky i saw
Fleeting vestiges of you
The way you vanished gradually
Has made a bitter man of me
And the way you vanished gradually
Has made a bitter man of me
Well, the ocean cleaves the rocks real clean
I dropped my answering machine
I watched the waves chew it into tiny little pieces of seafoam hissing in the air
In the balance sheet i'd been keeping in my mind
I entered two hundred kroners to the left of the debit line
It was what the machine had cost me
It was a greater loss than i could bear
I hear the wheels and knobs whirring down to this very day
Long after the ocean has washed it all away
I heard the train go by last night
And it's a slow train outta here, alright
But the way you disappeared in slow degrees
Has made a very patient man of me
Yeah
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