Statues are so beautiful   Age shall not wither them   Photos frame milliseconds   So the years can’t condemn      Lamentably   We will grow old   And relentlessly    We will grow cold      But in my dream of Dorian Gray   I staple blossom onto trees   Carve my image deep in rock   And drink from virgin arteries      Born a perfect specimen   Purity is only loaned   Curse chromosomes as slowly flesh   Learns to drip down from bone      So inevitably   We will grow old   And regrettably    We will grow cold      But in my dream of Dorian Gray   I staple blossom onto trees   Carve my image deep in rock   And drink from virgin arteries      Glowing youth slows to dulled age   And liver spotted atrophy   Degraded and decrepit   Salad days grind to senility      But in my dream of Dorian Gray   I staple blossom onto trees   Carve my image deep in rock   And drink from virgin arteries