Things which are gone in the morning: confidence, women, true stories, kisses Things which I was not expecting: maps which appear on the skin maps which appear on my skin. Glories as yet unpredicted: gone for the list falls away from me now (my dress, my sail) stranger things surely have happened to women I will not become (this story will surely destroy me) The city's heart sings a song for November as she walks down to the shore (a dim welcome hum, the thrum of a heartbeat) Wrapped in blue, hideous heartbreak surrounds her Will she come home after all? Stranger things surely have happened: turning my rings around, drifting on breezes Home's close as dreaming but I can't remember how I can't remember The city's heart sings a song for November as she walks down to the shore (a dim welcome hum, the thrum of a heartbeat) Prophecies, honeybees swirling around her treading her careful way home. Choices are made and casualties counted (air can make me meaningless) Falling like pages when a book hits the wall (shut my lips upon the list) Turning my rings around, drifting on breezes waking or sleeping, which way do I go? (before the morning ruins this) An old-fashioned underground lurking nearby (patiently waiting) in a dream not a dream are we open? (you have been quartered) Turn the world upside down (I am no good) Turning my rings around (at expanding, contracting) Nobody knows the way home I know the way home! ooh, my dress, my sail ooh, wonderful kisses and maps which appear on the skin Maps which appear on my skin Oh, The city's heart sings a song for November as she walks down to the shore (a dim welcome hum, the thrum of a heartbeat) Prophecies, honey bees swirling around her Nobody knows the way home I know the way home! ah, (Confidence, women, true stories, kisses) Glories as yet unpredicted in maps which appear on the skin maps which appear on my skin...hm