And Ill dance with you in ViennaIll be wearing a rivers disguise.The hyacinth wild on my shouldermy mouth on the dew of your thighs.And Ill bury my soul in a scrapbookwith the photographs there and the moss.And Ill yield to the flood of your beautymy cheap violin and my cross.
Have you ever noticed how when youre happy time seems to pass by fast while when youre miserable it goes real slow Life would have been a blink with you whether it lasted a millennium or a month.