We share a wine at your table, the young summer sun in our eyes With a voice that you say for strangers you've read loudly from your book of lies I know but one thing for sure, love's in a heap on the floor Tell me Caroline, how divine, how did you sleep this so soundly With bells on your toes and a lie on your lips Tell me who am I if I'm not the one who is feeling used now that it's done Who keep your sweet things satisfied, Caroline? Who am I if I'm not the one who is feeling used now that it's done Blue masquerading words from some purple crusade Delivering the loaves and the fishes to the sounds of a passing parade now I clearly see your desire, ask me some more holy wine Tell me Caroline, how divine, how did you sleep this so soundly With bells on your toes and a lie on your lips Tell me who am I if I'm not the one who is feeling used now that it's done Who keep your sweet things satisfied, Caroline? I'm jealous for me Caroline How divine I'm jealous for me Caroline I hope you're happy in your dreams *