Anything Box

Blackbirds dance among the roses
On the garden walls
They are like the passers-by
On the nameless street

All these hours undone

Sounds of sandals on the curbstones
Echo in my head
Oh, the lathe of love has dwindled
In the end

All these hours undone

I try to avert your love
You brought me tears like rain
With poise and empty gestures
They took their toll

All these hours undone
All these hours undone

[Laugh] "Ba-na, ba-na, ba-na, ba-na...ba-na...hey, Chris"