Lady Jane had a castle in Spain,
Caviar and a second
There's a Victorian tin, I keep my memories in,
I found
The sun is low and the grass is tall
We're butterflies
Love-child...
Sugar and spices scattered all around you
Stay awhile,
Say some
A red neon sign draws him into a wine bar
Where
Won't you let your hair down
Won't you kick your shoes
If there's Sunday in their eyes,
And they can't disguise it,
Half-sick
I had a dream that we were skating
The ice was
Behind me, a caravan weighed down
With bad dreams and ghosts
Dress me in scarlet
Ribbons and bows so everyone knows
I'm hiding
Ribbons from your dancing shoes,
In shreds and threads and feeling
The milkmoons dwell in their quiet shell
Where they fell from
Sunday Sunday where have you been,
Your emerald eyes,
Like your
