In my still life your face in the fruit appears    You're everywhere, baby   On my bike ride your hips are the hills   I can't escape you lately      I wanted to tell you   About a bright red bird that passed my train   But you're asleep tonight   And your tonight is my yesterday      And all those blues because there's no view    Of the city from your window   You've made a nest out of credit card bills   So, honey let the wind blow      My feet have grown so tired   My legs they ache each night   Because you know the hardest thing to do   Is to dance in step in each other's shoes      We drop the beat   We can't keep time   We're standing still   In my still life