[Verse 1]
It is very quiet here—so still
I don't live here—I live down the hill
On this winter's afternoon
The distant sun—it slowly swings the room around
This room hangs on a golden chain
Suspended
Frozen
Frozen in time since you went away
Frozen in time since you went away

[Verse 2]
Walking through your rooms I touch your things
(Walking through his rooms you touch his things)
Fitting—these aren't fingers, these are wings
(Fitting—these aren't fingers, these are wings)
It says April on your calendar
It's winter now—I wonder where you are
I hope it's warm and sunny—or cold and windy
As long as you're fine

[Verse 3]
Your house is as tumble-down as mine
(Tumble-down, tumble-down)
Crumpled papers everywhere like mine
(Crumpled papers everywhere like mine)
This one says "I'll write no more"
That one says "Don't lock the door"
Writers are a funny breed
I should know, yeah (Well maybe)
[Pre-Chorus]
You said someday when we're pure and high
We won't need to capture and describe
The things we see or don't see
We'll let things be
Let things be
That's when you'd leave

[Chorus]
Writers are a funny breed (Writers are a funny breed)
Writers are a funny breed (Writers are a funny breed)
Writers are a funny breed (Writers are a funny breed)

[Verse 4]
That is why I had to come today
(That is why we had to come today)
My mad scribbling crumpled, crippled, fey
Tossing words from ledges that erode
From ledges—I am not a goat
I am not a piece of chalk
I only want to do it right like you, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
And now I stand here in your house
Everything's so still
I wonder if I'll write again
Or let things be
Or let things be
[Chorus]
Writers are a funny breed (Writers are a funny breed)
Writers are a funny breed (Writers are a funny breed)
Writers are a funny breed (Writers are a funny breed)

[Outro]
It is very quiet here so
Frozen in time
Since you went (Since you went, since you went)
Away (Away, away)
Away