I drew a picture of you You and your anchor tattoo And saw the face that I knew Covered in shame You drew a bird that was here A kind of sweet chanticleer But with a terrible fear That the cage couldn't tame
That's how I knew this story would break my heart When you wrote it That's how I knew this story would break my heart
So, like a ghost in the snow I'm getting ready to go 'Cause baby, that's all I know – How to open the door And though the exit is crude It saves me coming unglued For when you're not in the mood For the gloves and the canvas floor
That's how I knew this story would break my heart When you wrote it That's how I knew this story would break my heart
That's how I knew this story would break my heart When you wrote it That's how I knew this story would break my heart
