Closing Time

It's closing time in my house, bring the furniture in
 Care like a platter offered for a day
 Fellow lips, I've drunk too much from the lives of others
 Their sorrows have grown stale, cluttering the table
 And I'll tell you how I dreamt it, I cut you with a stare
 No letter could help you reach me now
 I tried to be all that you would ask of me
 But I am just a friend
 As hollow as a violin
 As hollow as a violin
 Baby, that's the catch
 Your love is a fine suit and it wears me out
 And I tear like a shallow paddle through the world with balanced tips
 You curl your back in the lap of others and trust into the wind
 I'll leave all this for you to mend
 I'll leave all this for you to mend
 I'll leave all this for you to mend
 I'll leave all this for you to mend