Children singing from the madhouse tower
From the dystopian market to my finest hour
I saved this song for you for the last day of love
From your beauty to your kiss and your handmade clothes
And the birdcage hanging from that old ceiling rose
Here for you is my lonely blood-bubble of love
And your adjusted eyes when I made you cry
I did it I said it I don't know why
I'm sorry with my junk of worthless words of love
Thirty years of calm from a passionate seas
Your push bike in the corner and your body on me
Another warn down crystal poet for what its worth
Your accordion your wisdom your temperature asleep
The dimples behind you and the soul that you keep
Been drunk a hundred thousand times bringing you to love
Kimchi on rice reading slaughterhouse 5
You smell like a woman not a lady you'll find
You made life look what you did with love
Lavender tramp give the girl shoes
You don't do as you're told and your Mother hates you
And all I got is a song and a bucket of love