Flying half-mast overcast with a gun ship grey   You ever hear of such a thing   A spring with no month of May?      Ooooh there's frost on Memorial Day   Oh love, I'm half-blind   Could you please help me find my way?      I chewed all the fun from my gum   Waiting for a train   Fell prey to those thoughts that come   When you're caught in the rain      Ooooh I'm on the edge   I'm in the yellow paint   Oh love, I'm half-mad   Let's hope that means I'm half-sane      The touch of your lips   A lunar eclipse, so soft   And yet this river of doubt   The spout that I can't turn off      Ooooh I want your flu, baby   Not just your cough   Please make me a man   Not this sham whom love leaves lost      Staring out at the church   At the pigeons perched in the leaves   Wondering what might have been had I not fallen in with thieves      Ooooh could you make that a double please?   Oh love, it's late don't wait up for me   Oh love, it's late don't wait up for me   Don't wait up