When the willow bends towards the end of day
And twilight falls again
To the funny sound that a blackbird makes
And twilight falls again
As no good reason remains
I'll do the same one day
But I can't say how or when
Yeah I know somewhere a ship comes in every day
The ship comes

From my fingertips
The cigarette throws ashes to the ground
I'd stop and talk to the girls who work this street
But I've got business farther down
Like one long season of rain
I will remain thinking of you
But I can't say how or when

There is no morphine
I'm only sleeping
There is no crime to dreams like this
And if you could take something with you
It would be right
There is no morphine
I'm only sleeping
There is no crime to dreams like this
And if you could take something with you
It would be bright
Just like something good
Just like something good