a photograph and a whisper
will find me in the night
like the sound of sad dogs
it's something only we know
and all the bottles you throw
they would be lost at sea
and you could take my letters
you could read them backwards
until you liked what you heard
if i could know what they know
then we could sell this gold
and i could wear your halo
when the nights grow cold
and you could wish my child's eyes
would turn to clouds and part
and i could wish that i lied
when i said i lost your heart
had stayed beneath the snow
i hear your muffled laughter
you the sound of night winds
trying to find some likeness
under my wrinkled clothes