The left side of your face
Boiled with age
Your shoulders disappearing
Like a rain-soaked page
Faded red, faded red
Never to fade again
A burnt nose, a plucked rose
And crack down your right side
The more I see
The more real you are to me
But I can't look at your eyes
Long lashes make no ashes
When did we all want such long hair?
I can't recall, I can't recall
Take my soul from me
And see what it could be
Before you
There were violins and uds
And faux-pensive moods
Give me an accordion and I may not know what to do
Let me kiss your lips in operatic style
Leave it to a douchebag to write the Siegfried Idyll
For wife, with private orchestra
Let's fly to Bayrut, Beireuth, Beirut, Bayreuth
I can't recall, can't recall
Perhaps my beard will turn to wisps of stone someday
But I couldn't recall
Seems so many miles away
Start with the Greeks
Up to those who call themselves meek
Higher and higher
I don't get much wiser
Gold clouds don't cover everything, no time to contemplate personal
Paradise, high intensity
Face begins to boil, I guess it's just the oil
But always we come back to Portrait in Red
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