On Sleepy Islands

There will be no songs sung
By the chimneys or the trees tonight
While we're sleeping beside of windows
Come morning clouds
Descend into city streets
Avenues disappear forever
You felt a little bit alone
When you were in my arms
But in your eyes, silhouettes
A flower's fault
Flowers fall
But I'll be there in my astronomer's jacket
At your snare drum's birthday party
Conducting the musicians
Oh, I'm playing an organ
And violin arrangements
I've written for the occasion
And you felt a little bit alone
When you were in New York
But in your eyes, silhouettes
A flower's fault
Flowers fall
So snowflakes will find us laughing
At our home, it's in October
Up on sleepy islands