I drew a picture of you
You and your anchor tattoo
And saw the face that I knew

Covered in shame
You drew a bird that was here
A kind of sweet chanticleer

But with a terrible fear
That the cage couldn't tame


That's how I knew this story would break my heart
When you wrote it
That's how I knew this story would break my heart


So, like a ghost in the snow
I'm getting ready to go

'Cause baby, that's all I know –
How to open the door
And though the exit is crude

It saves me coming unglued
For when you're not in the mood
For the gloves and the canvas floor


That's how I knew this story would break my heart
When you wrote it

That's how I knew this story would break my heart

That's how I knew this story would break my heart

When you wrote it
That's how I knew this story would break my heart