Sit with me I want to know your name picture you inside my golden frame I do deep intellectual films I admit containing certain thrills you may think
Come on faithful sons we'll blow away the ballless ones set their long grey hair on fire put their fingers on a wire your daddy that is me I take responsibility
I know that you love me you hunt me down and bug me I don't think you're lovely at all you're sixty, I'm twenty you've none and I've got plenty oh,
Pouring up the wine from yesterday it tastes the same today awakes the lynx in me songs have often drawn me by their tales an urge to set the sails and
To stand, and walk again to forgive, and make amends we gain and share the trust we so sincerely wished would never add, until we stood and walked again
The eggs you threw with eyes of dew and fall your talk of loom your tits in bloom and all sensational, imperial! the compromises you would never make