Yellow Blinds, Cream Shadows

I’m alive in your window
Yellow blinds, cream shadows
I’m a dog, I’m a good dog?
Pulling string from your wheel
I will evaporate your coat
I will not tell you that
The clocks have all gone back
We’ll scrape
And be so hard to find
Impossibly be found
Light
Call it lunch, call it dinner
Spray paint, bad piano?
Your string, my wheel
I will evaporate your coat
I will not tell you that
The clocks have all gone back
We’ll scrape
And be so hard to find
Impossibly be found