Arms

You left your black gloves on my table You left your dying horse in the stable Figuring a way to get you to stay And I'll promise to fight the wind and waves for you I'm an owl with tired eyes I'm the scarecrow in disguise The absolute con I would babe sing You know I'll, when you do stay inside And look out I will mmmm mmmm... with you There was a dead mouse in your arms That was the moment that you lost your charm No bear paw sitting in a jar, you know And your tree, it never grew any leaves Shake my arms, shake my head I fell asleep on your cobweb And I'm turning from all the lights tonight Saw you in a crowded bar, pale with hungry eyes