Are we to speak, first day of the week Stumbling words at the bar
Beauty blue eyes, my order of rice Long island kindness and wine
Beloved of John, I get it all wrong I read you for some kind of poem
Covered 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 demands
There's only a shadow of me In a land of love speaking, I am dead
Such a waste, your beautiful face Stumbling carpet of rice
Father, we're dead, you ain't fell a friend Icarus falling to the sun
If history speaks of two baby teeth I'm painting the hills blue and red
They said beware, and I'd heed my prayer I've wasted my throws on your head
So can we be friends, sweetly, before the mystery ends?
I love you more than the world can contain In its lonely and ramshackle night
There's only a shadow of me In a land of love speaking, I am dead
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'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 mark
Beloved, my John, so I'll carry on Counting my cards down to one
When I am dead, come visit my bed The fossil is bright in the sun
And so can we contend peacefully Before my history ends
Jesus, I need you be near Come shield me from fossils that fall on my head
There's only a shadow of me In a man of love speaking, I'm dead