Blankets and Bay Leaves

Up on the iron

of the fire escape

Sharing a blanket

so we don't shake

You bought us dinner from aisle nine Two dollar soda,

cheap-date design

This is the big screen,

this is the gold

Warm in the cheap wool against the cold

But before the song can even resolve the key

You pack up your keys and slip away from me (where'd you

go?)

Left with the corner

of the heavy fleece

Still got the receipt from our little feast Watching the taillights

down on the street

Cheap-date devotion,

bitter and sweet

This is the big screen,

this is the gold

Warm in the cheap wool against the cold

But before the song can even resolve the key

You pack up your keys and slip away from me (yeah,

you slip away)

Just aisle nine

and the fire escape (ooh,

just the cold iron)