Through The Iron Gate - The Slip

Through the iron gate

A memory comes too late

Closing up a window while you and I hesitate

But I will look to you and you to me

I get taken and mistaken habitually

I get tossed like a bone to the dogs in the sky

And closing is a gathering of eyes

But I will look to you and you to me

In between the space we chase the tune we dreamed so lazily

And I will look to you and you to me

Habitually

I get tossed like a bone to the dogs in the sky

And closing is a gathering, a gathering of eyes

But I will look to you and you to me

In between the space we chase the tune we dreamed so lazily