Faded

Painting the cordoned house I found your favourite towel Saved it, passed it round A small thing, palm of the hand Even in a sentence fork it out Tell me why you can't not let me down I 'admire you' Quietly Even in your heaven we'd be trying A kinda sliding door, I feel you now Thinking why you Why me? Mailing Porcelain tiles I scraped in The chorus lines Lately It's pouring down Erasing All the files You can lay the table for me now Or you can take your garbage and get out It's on you Fine by me You can quit your habits for a while You can stop explaining all the time I'm tired too Just quietly Simon, can you hear me? Simon, can you? Simon, can you hear me calling? Calling 'Simon, are you weary?' Chime in! Are you? Simon, can you leave me? I'm stalling