I've held your hand and sunk your ships
And I can taste the future in the whiskey on your lips
Watch this ice a-melting; cool glass magnify my palms
And from the church on sunday evening comes the sifted sound of psalms

Things they go and then they come to stops
Now my baby's just a breeze through the treetops
Watch this ice a-melting; cool glass magnify my palms
And from the church on sunday evening comes the sifted sound of psalms

Glass in my hand, my back to the door
My one consolation is I ain't no longer your man
Watch this ice a-melting; cool glass magnify my palms
And from the church on sunday evening comes the sifted sound of psalms