Boats

Lyrics
A saxophone plays on the radio Smokey notes echo these feelings Is this your happy face? Is this your sad face? It's hard to tell The magazine lies open on the floor Your heart is a closed book Give me Carte Blanche To turn those pages They're not as heavy as they seem Now we're alone The poolside is deserted Four o'clock shadows have repaired to lonely rooms The dumb waiters sing songs from the loveless hotel It doesn't have to be that way Pay the piper and cull the tune Light shimmers on the surface of a pale blue pool Paper moon cut into pieces And scattered here I set these boats to sail They float to your side They are made from pages torn from my soul Please except these gifts For tomorrow we part Tomorrow we part Tomorrow we part Tomorrow we part
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Credits
- Writers
- David J