Saint Valentine's Day

It's nice that I can trust you with my secrets Your reputation for discretion is well-known And I appreciate the glimpse into your misery Tell me just one thing and then you're on your own Am I still penciled in on your calendar? Am I still the late night call when you got nothing to say? I know it's Thanksgiving Night and you say you love me But who'll be the last lover standing, come Saint Valentine's Day? Was it adventure, was it fear or sanctuary? (Was it fear or sanctuary?) That is a trip was a bit far out, even for you (yeah, even for you) I know you're busy directing your lifelong documentary You never mentioned what part you wanted me to do Am I still penciled in on your calendar? Am I still the late night call when you got nothing to say? I know it's Christmas morning and you say you love me But who'll be the last lover standing, come Saint Valentine's Day? I held my cards close to my vest when the table got kicked over It's what wanted but your mouth said nothing, your eyes even less Now even your gallery of pigeons has been picked off by the vultures There's only one thing left for you to confess Am I still penciled in on your calendar? Am I still the late night call when you got nothing to say? I know it's New Year's Eve and you say you love me Ah, but who'll be the last lover standing? Who'll be the last lover standing Who'll be the last lover standing Come Saint Valentine's Day? Alright