[00:00.30]Are we to speak, first day of the week
[00:04.79]Stumbling words at the bar
[00:09.54]Beauty blue eyes, my order of fries
[00:15.99]Long Island kindness and wine
[00:19.90]Beloved of John, I get it all wrong
[00:27.06]I read you for some kind of poem
[00:32.42]Covered in lines, the fossils I find
[00:37.65]Have they no life of their own?
[00:42.78]So can we pretend, sweetly
[00:48.95]Before the mystery ends?
[00:53.22]I am a man with a heart that offends
[00:57.96]With its lonely and greedy demands
[01:03.18]There’s only a shadow of me; in a matter of speaking, I'm dead
[01:12.45]Such a waste, your beautiful face
[01:21.31]Stumbling carpet arise
[01:25.57]Go follow your gem, your white feathered friend
[01:31.95]Icarus, point to the sun
[01:37.17]If history speaks of two baby teeth
[01:43.16]I’m painting the hills blue and red
[01:47.77]They said beware, Lord, hear my prayer
[01:54.07]I’ve wasted my throes on your head
[01:58.42]So can we be friends, sweetly
[02:05.30]Before the mystery ends?
[02:09.58]I love you more than the world can contain
[02:14.48]In its lonely and ramshackle head
[02:19.17]There’s only a shadow of me; in a matter of speaking, I'm dead
[02:54.40]I’m holding my breath
[02:57.12]My tongue on your chest
[02:59.52]What can be said of my heart?
[03:03.86]If history speaks, the kiss on my cheek
[03:10.36]Where there remains but a mark
[03:14.96]Beloved, my John, so I’ll carry on
[03:21.65]Counting my cards down to one
[03:25.82]And when I am dead, come visit my bed
[03:32.15]My fossil is bright in the sun
[03:37.62]So can we contend, peacefully
[03:43.58]Before my history ends?
[03:47.74]Jesus, I need you, be near me, come shield me
[03:52.98]From fossils that fall on my head
[03:57.48]There’s only a shadow of me; in a matter of speaking, I'm dead

Are we to speak, first day of the week
Stumbling words at the bar
Beauty blue eyes, my order of fries
Long Island kindness and wine
Beloved of John, I get it all wrong
I read you for some kind of poem
Covered in lines, the fossils I find
Have they no life of their own?
So can we pretend, sweetly
Before the mystery ends?
I am a man with a heart that offends
With its lonely and greedy demands
There’s only a shadow of me; in a matter of speaking, I'm dead
Such a waste, your beautiful face
Stumbling carpet arise
Go follow your gem, your white feathered friend
Icarus, point to the sun
If history speaks of two baby teeth
I’m painting the hills blue and red
They said beware, Lord, hear my prayer
I’ve wasted my throes on your head
So can we be friends, sweetly
Before the mystery ends?
I love you more than the world can contain
In its lonely and ramshackle head
There’s only a shadow of me; in a matter of speaking, I'm dead
I’m holding my breath
My tongue on your chest
What can be said of my heart?
If history speaks, the kiss on my cheek
Where there remains but a mark
Beloved, my John, so I’ll carry on
Counting my cards down to one
And when I am dead, come visit my bed
My fossil is bright in the sun
So can we contend, peacefully
Before my history ends?
Jesus, I need you, be near me, come shield me
From fossils that fall on my head
There’s only a shadow of me; in a matter of speaking, I'm dead