"Like Billy Budd Or Cyrano De Bergerac" lyrics - BRIGHT EYES

You came by yourself but you left in a train
Following close to whatever is in front of you
The rails lay in their beds from Boston to Maine
And they trick themselves... they dream about waking up
So we fold like paper
Into the desk's top drawer, something I was writing
Into a tunnel's dark mouth, boxes have disappeared
But we laughed out loud for each one we never opened
So now the Poets can guess at what we might have had - for all that loveliness my page is still just snow
So I follow your footprints, fill buckets with tears
And with that hot water I will make tea for you
Now you say that you're sick, but I think you're just bored of my jumbled words so inarticulate
But you told me one time we were two twisted vines, green and inseparable
But that sturdy of a weave just isn't possible
So I will change my name, mm-hmm
You can pretend you never knew me and we'll fill up our floors with the discarded clothes, a skirt pulled from under my bed, something I loved on you
Can you tell by my face? 'Cause I think that it shows
It is confusing here, it feels like I'm in a fog