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

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

Shut it out...