Hailstones, Clocktower, Hummingbird

Hailstones, hailstones They run right away The moths living in my lamp Are keeping me sane And the city is a mountain and My room is a cave My weeks are forevers And an hour feels like a day Clocktower, clocktower, The colour of the sky And I wonder why they painted you The colour of my eyes The hands on your face They're as tired as mine Does anybody ever ask you If you have a good time? Hummingbird, hummingbird You know I love you the most But his shirts are my shadows And his smell is a ghost He plays my guitar While I balance on my toes While he's wearing nothing at all I'm wearing his clothes