Stop up the clock once her chest isn’t doing
Cover veils all the house mirrors o’er
Do you think this will here will be missing
Toward the end it wasn’t her at all
It wasn’t her at all
Pretty soon now the weavers of evening
Will once again pray their delicate chore
and from their nests they watch us wander and winning
While ending up talking sad and sore
Ending up talking sad and sore
Come back don’t leave while the light is still leaking
This is the sure foot to lie on the floor
While watching changes the answer completely
There’s always room for a little more
Room for a little more
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
See what, see what, see what your daughter’s done
Come on come on come on
See what, see what, see what your daughter’s done
And it grows and curls and flows around us now
as if it knew and knows on its own
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
See what, see what, see what your daughter’s done
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
See what, see what, see what your daughter’s done
Come on, come on, come on