Arms -

You left your black gloves on my table

You left your dark horse in the stable

Thinking of a way to get you to stay

And I promise to fight the wind and wait for you

I’m an owl with tired eyes

I’m the scarecrow in disguise

We often go out pacing

When all I want to do is stay inside and look out

The window with you

There was a dead mouse in your arms

That was the moment that you lost your charm

An old bear paw, sitting in a jar

Under a tree that never grew any leaves

You shake my arms, you shake my hand

I fell asleep in your cobweb

And I’m turning off all the lights tonight

Saw you in a crowded bar, pale with hungry eyes