Parisian Dream
Your paintings scratch lines
of blue and gold you open me up
was folding into myself
a deck of cards
face down empty on the shelf
your song with emphasis on one and two
then I couldn't keep time
you took me into a dream
an exploding soundtrack
That I treasure as mine
That I treasure as mine
I was bent over my chest
an invisible line sinking
but then the light of the lamp
that I held in my blistered hands
you the fuel
and me the fool for not noticing
this chinese junk we're on
strapping strong, we cast free the lines
let's float here together
clearly we better slip out to the brine