The Flat At the End of the Hall

My love, I don't have very good reasons

To doubt your existence but somehow I do this

And I'm not afraid to tell you to your face

Moon in the morning, sun in the evening

When you lie in the rain, your shape on the sidewalk

Less forever, more that you had a place

Some cherry petals are rolling stones

Bound for boundless space

But some get caught in puddles

To be lily pads for sugar ants

Now I can remember when I first met you

The tricks that you played left the room vacant six years

They all warned of the flat at the end of the hall

Someone had died there, froze in the winter

No body was left and no one could remember

Your last name and you hadn't a friend to call

When you woke me with a fright, alright

I was glad that I didn't fight

And we started sharing horror stories

That lasted 'till the night

And it hit me when you finally flew away

Why you stayed

for so long, so long, so long

so long, so long, so long

it was for a "so long"

"so long", "so long", "so long"

well... so long, so long, so long.