Horse Before The Cart کے بول

Through the open window Dizzy with your presence I chanced upon the mirrors Wheeling west on 24th St. Then it all vanished In the breaking storm The train to Centre And a hanging goodbye I�m feeling your anger The night, agitated You�re leaving for nowhere This music never heard Forgetting altogether Making up excuses Standing on fishes No praise for lies Jugglers, fire-breathers Just beyond my window Your dying applause Pretend not to hear