Are we to speak, first day of the week Stumbling words at the barBeauty blue eyes, my order of rice Long island kindness and wineBeloved of John, I get it all wrong I read you for some kind of poemCovered in lines, the fossils I find Have they no life of their own?So can we pretend, sweetly, before the mystery ends?I am a man with a heart that offends With its lonely and greedy demandsThere's only a shadow of me In a land of love speaking, I am deadSuch a waste, your beautiful face Stumbling carpet of riceFather, we're dead, you ain't fell a friend Icarus falling to the sunIf history speaks of two baby teeth I'm painting the hills blue and redThey said beware, and I'd heed my prayer I've wasted my throws on your headSo can we be friends, sweetly, before the mystery ends?I love you more than the world can contain In its lonely and ramshackle nightThere's only a shadow of me In a land of love speaking, I am deadOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohI'm holding my breath, my tongue on your chest What can be said of my heart?If history speaks, a kiss on my cheek Where there remains but a markBeloved, my John, so I'll carry on Counting my cards down to oneWhen I am dead, come visit my bed The fossil is bright in the sunAnd so can we contend peacefully Before my history endsJesus, I need you be near Come shield me from fossils that fall on my headThere's only a shadow of me In a man of love speaking, I'm dead