The headless man drinks at the table He lets his memories fall to the floor The poet half past three Is well drunk by six o'clock Outside His beard grows red and long Outside a mother horse hears another song Another song As a young rabbi he knows old age Immortality is perfect existence As a painter he paints His blue house grey As lovers fly above their magnetic city Lovers dream As one not two That painter he paints his grey house back to blue Maybe he'll find his head At the bottom of the bottle Maybe he'll sing Another song Another song