Seated by the window don't you know Don't you know you make me nervous Though the fire outside is making me feel kind of strange We'll sit in the dark, talk of purpose and all the Wishes around our bed Though the lines are down I think this is coming to an end Been living too long under sunny posts I had a record And the record shows and the chorus blows a certain share In the dark of a Tuesday night I had a reason to listen To what was said And the record shows that my heart was thrown against the stair We had a punishing lesson And the chips they fell on you Oh what a comical blessing Now there's sadness in my shoes Now there's sadness in my shoes