Wipers

Bill Callahan in the van
Cutting through the car park
Kids doing handstands on the bandstand
Why d'you never talk?

Hey, shut the windscreen wipers off
It's stopped raining
Seeing ourselves wet reflected
On shop windows of pasted pages

Your pale eyes see better in the
Your pale eyes see better in the

Blistered silence seeping
Winter woollens scratching skin
Rusted old pavement grate
That pigeon's still rotting in

Outside The Mischief
Stopped as a hearse went by
Black tie flowers spell out lots of love
With kisses and goodbye

My heart breaks for you
Well I know mine does too
Not in a bad way
Baby you gotta try and push through

Your pale eyes see better in the
Your pale eyes see better in the
Your pale eyes see better in the
Your pale eyes see better in the dark