Sun lit yellow moon hot to touch oh to soon
Soft in Her ways but hard in Her love
She moves around like it ain't that much
Lips are smooth I long for her tainted touch

Streets are winding down people are telling me what to do
Money is the man as long it rests heavy in your hand
I remembered a time when I used to play with red sand
Twas' the day I was young and everything was just grand

Now with the hours ticking conscience hazy and I'm lazy
Round uptown at night with Her I try to make no sound
She laughs at this but not at the hat she's wearing
Slaving on sculptures of rapture mixed with ancient scriptures

Bon voyage to the usage of twiddlers with broken thumbs
Memories of you will fade but the stench will not decay
Your smiles clear your eyes black your minds numb
I had to get goin' I could feel myself gettin' a little dumb

Neither of us shake hands when we are old and grey
Tonight today tomorrow we both didn't have much to say
Wine will spill on white carpets intertwined with Indian gold
My love for you has been bought and soon to be sold