Rosemary Lyrics - Scott 3 - Scott Walker

Voices from a photograph 

Laughed from your wall 

Screamed through your dreams 

Wake up Rosemary and wipe your teary eyes 

Rise and cross the cold bare floor 

And watch the moon through frosted glass 

Damn that photograph 

I'll have to take it down 

She hears the boats as they move down the river 

She sees a dog straining hard on his leash to get away 

She hears the clock and it strikes like a hammer 

Pounding the nails one day further in the coffin of her 

youth 

Evenings with your mother's friends 

Pregnant eyes, sagging chins 

Swollen fingertips 

Pour antique cups of tea 

Who are you and where you been? 

Suspended in a weightless wind 

Watching trains go by 

From platforms in the rain 

Look at the photograph 

Dream back last summer 

Dream back the lips 

Of that traveling salesman, Mr. Jim 

He smelled of miracles 

With stained glass whispers 

You loved his laughter 

You tremble beneath him once again 

That's what I want 

A new shot at life 

But my coat's too thin 

My feet won't fly 

And I watch the wind and I see another dream blowin' by