I watched the dust pile up around younAnd your hands became so smallnIt was clear that year you were waitingnFor way more than a callnnYou asked for smoke, you asked for silencenYou rode 'round sofas stuffed with strawnWhile the sun burned through the curtainsnAll along that western wallnThat scene became a ritual that fallnnThat same sun became a ghostnAnd when you see you don't believenThat anyone has anynWarmth left up their sleevenEven your good blood gets dried upnIt gets swept up with the leavesnTo reveal some old graffiti we can't readnnSo put a shine on your black shoesnPush your black buttons throughnI never knew what you could do to younWell honey shine your black shoesnnOh you had some informationnThat you turned into a hymnnThat you sang into the answeringnMachines of all your friendsnBut they never got the messagenFor their ears are all of tinnWe all write letters we never sendnnWell now the cyprus stands around younAnd I hope that you feel safenIt's a painting from an auctionnAt some wasted old estatenYeah they're always finding lifenThey never knew survived this placenAnd I hope the sunlight clears the branches to your facenn'Cause when the clouds clearnThe freezing winds come down that mountain's facenBut there are streets we haven't walkednAt night you can see this town from spacennSo put a shine on your black shoesnPush your black buttons throughnI never knew what you could do to younOh honey shine your black shoesnPush your black buttons throughnYou never know what you can do for you