Make believe me a crescent Moon Built by our fathers As we waltz in their tombs With your life before you And my life that's past A girl like her mother A boy who's a man In Orleans Parish I left you Sleeping In the arms of a man you Already knew Icicles chilled from a heart Stopped beating As I walked with the memories I was too proud to lose Blackbirds descending In fields of magnolias The brush of a smile That's deadly to me With eyes like agates And hands like glass statues That melt like the night In the town of Orleans