Swords of Gold

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Swords of gold cut the afternoon There's a lone cry occasionally The Sun moves shyly along the steep edge of my bed The covers are all undone but nobody lies in them Waiting to be warmed, waiting to be warmed [Verse 2] And the floor is covered with sprawling suitcases and sealed cardboard boxes The floor is freshly waxed But the cases and the boxes are not yet unpacked And I can no longer tell whether I am about to stay Or to depart again, depart again, depart again