Elvis Costello

Rain slapping on a window pane
An hour or two of teeming
Storm punching like a hurricane
That tore him out of dreaming

Air screaming through the slightest gap
Rattling between the frame and the sill
Drapes hanging from the final act
When I had you still

One lonely bird is singing
Lower the hood on his last lament
Dash him down on the cold cement
One Bell Ringing

Flies buzzing round the strip search light
They've got him down on his knees
He dreams of honey dripping from a spoon
Girls whispering in Portuguese

Between the muzzle and the black sight
Electrical contact
Deny your name and then carry the blame
Somewhere after the fact

One lonely bird is singing
Lower the hood on his last lament
Dash him down on the cold cement
One Bell Ringing