Could you touch the sky full
Of stars that make constellations
For weeping lovers
Could you get tired of castles
If they are made of sand and keep getting whipped
By tempests and seas

When I'm tired of being separate
Can you marry us under the Mirabeau

Where the lake flows
I have your heart on a banana boat
Got it from a dealer in Tangiers

Got laid for the wrong reasons
Ezekiel said the fire broke in the motel
The letters turned to ash
It was a bookmark in our calendar
With the days without you
When the love lasted, and the romance died
So Job said of God

You've spent your days too, combing through books and curlicles
For starry eyed happy go lucky me it was an apotheosis
I'd love to crawl to the Belladonna
But, eight of ten times you're on my mind's happenings
I wish I remembered every feature of you
With memory and desire too
But, I need your soul in desire