Cuts and bruises have their uses
Piano player blues
The five or ten
You call your friends
Never really care

Cut your hair
Shave your face
Put your shined shoes on
Part your hair
On the side
Tie on your tie

It all happens for a reason
Red hair braided
Cross legged on the hood of her car
It's so cold out
Here's my coat

A bottle of golden liquor
Drink so deep
Burn and sing
Songs about your lover

"I'm here to take
Or to give
What's known is unimportant
I love your music
Play play play
It's so beautiful you say
Life is so beautiful you say
Saved by the clouds
And by the seas
I became a prince
The golden ring
Meant not a thing
Naked breast
Silver chain
Cool metal fingers
Are my downfall
Fingers on a pearl piano
The ivory tongue sings

String the moon
String the stars
Snip them with the scissors
Then came rain
And then came thunder"