文本歌词

I don't know why she burned up all
those greylead drawings
we saw in Castlemaine
the week my brother
called about the car
I don't know why she sold
her clothes and broke
her violin and bows
and scattered them around
the living room when I arrived
I told them all that she could see
some things that
I believe were never there
like old men making
copies of the keys
I don't know
why her hairs go grey
at night in my arms she'd say
how long we'd been together
since the days at Albert Yard
Albert Yard