The window is wobbling
Rain no doubt
Four part water
One part poison
I really could do without

You can have my picasso
Please lie down
Your funerary nakedness remains
Under your successful dress and gown

Look in the smoking mirror
You?re a thinking flame
Into your silence
I?ll introduce straight rain

From bergamot to tonka
On a sea breeze of turpentine
A sulphur rose with hammer-dressed eyes
A little light upstairs

At a slumber party poorly lit
A vaseline moon and would-be gems
You sleep on it
You?re blinding me with rescue flares

You can have my picasso
Please lie down
Your funerary nakedness remains
Under your successful dress and gown