Paris Blue

I’ll write a song called Paris Blue

And dedicate the words to you

I’ll fold our little happy psalm

Until it fits inside your palm

Like a kiss, a moment fleeting

Locked inside for your safekeeping

Talisman

The moon, the moon, ever my love

My talisman of truth above

Upon the sky’s holy priestess,

My devotions swell ceaseless

Absolute

You, You

Always you

My infinite

My absolute

Wait

The moon told me I should abate

Until you’re in your fullest state

For some times we must pause for Fate,

And I heard you’re worth the wait

Made

Could’ve sworn there was something

In the love we made

Could’ve sworn I touched a piece of you

Your body betrayed

But baby just won’t let me in

Sure, it’s a shame, sure is a sin

He’s been playing to lose, I’ve been betting to win

Baby just won’t let me in

And timing’s just a thing folks blame

When they are afraid

Now it’s time to make a call

Call a spade a spade

So far as the future goes,

Feelings always fade

Never held ’em up my sleeve

But he managed to evade

Baby just won’t let me in

Sure, it’s a shame, sure is a sin

He’s been playing to lose, I’ve been betting to win

Baby just won’t let me in

Love, it’s what burns up the stars

It’s what goes down in flames

Baby, least I took the chance

Least I played the game

I See Myself (3)

I see myself in every fear

Each private moment of despair

Each suffocating tragedy

Each new hope born of alchemy

I See Myself (2)

I see myself in every park

Each sun-soaked leaf, and strip of bark

Each lover lain beneath a tree

Each sacred simplicity

Q.R.V.

In holding back, he had a knack

And took a tack with me

Oh the allure, of a love saboteur

Sailing straight for Q.R.V.

Layaway

Baby loves the ocean

But he’s afraid to swim

Stands out against the waves

And takes ’em on the chin

Baby loves his music

But he won’t play a note

Leans against the lyrics

Repeats ’em all by rote

Well, what’ll come out if baby plays?

If he lets the tide take him away?

Nobody knows ’cause nobody stays

Baby’s love’s on layaway

And baby loves tomorrow

Always one more than today

Postdating his sorrows

But someone always pays

Well, what’ll come out if baby plays?

Lets the tide wash his fears away?

Nobody knows ’cause nobody stays

Baby’s love’s on layaway

Infinite Divisibility

Well, he takes a step toward me

And then he halves that half

Divisible infinity

He plots me on a graph

But baby never quite arrives

And we never quite meet

Because infinite divides

Are odds I can’t quite beat

And I can’t go halfway no more

I can’t live half-in

I never had the heart for maths

And straight lines make me spin

Baby takes the world in strides

But it reads like a retreat

And his infinite divides

Are odds I can’t quite beat