[00:26.144]Well I'll be damned Here comes your ghost again
[00:32.556]But that's not unusual
[00:35.868]It's just that the moon is full and you happened to call
[00:44.258]And here I sit hand on the telephone
[00:50.906]Hearing a voice I'd known a couple of light years ago
[00:57.758]Heading straight for a fall
[01:05.550]As I remember your eyes
[01:08.348]were bluer than robin's eggs
[01:12.120]My poetry was lousy you said
[01:15.831]Where were you calling from
[01:19.347]A booth in the Midwest
[01:25.203]Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks
[01:30.551]You brought me something
[01:33.967]We both know what memories can bring
[01:37.731]They bring diamond and rust
[02:01.158]Now I see you standing
[02:02.225]with brown leaves falling all around
[02:04.267]Snow in your hair
[02:08.336]Now you're smiling out the window
[02:10.71]of that crummy hotel over Washington Square
[02:15.518]Our breath comes out white cloud mingles
[02:18.821]and hangs in the air
[02:22.784]Speaking strictly for me
[02:24.774]We both could've died then and there
[02:47.742]Now you're telling me you're not nostalgic
[02:54.106]Then give me another word for it
[02:57.973]You who're so good with words
[03:01.585]and at keeping thing vague
[03:05.915]Cause I need some of that vagueness now
[03:08.461]It's all come back too clearly
[03:12.129]Yes I love you dearly
[03:15.485]And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
[03:19.453]I've already paid

Well I'll be damned Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full and you happened to call
And here I sit hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known a couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall
As I remember your eyes
were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where were you calling from
A booth in the Midwest
Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamond and rust
Now I see you standing
with brown leaves falling all around
Snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
of that crummy hotel over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white cloud mingles
and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could've died then and there
Now you're telling me you're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who're so good with words
and at keeping thing vague
Cause I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes I love you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid