There must be a golden frame   Coming to me   ’Cause where are you?   Where are you?   Where are you?      The day where you first heard your heart beat   Listens for you still   So I think it’s not so much the painting   As it is what you give yourself   By what you leave   Your signature...      On Sundays the ladies took off    Their wiry old hats and made doughnuts   In the back of the church   I could always smell them cooking    In the middle of mass   Cakes were prizes at carnivals   And holding hands was a gift   Of our landscapes   Because a heart is always   That one summer night   When you stretch it from face to face   Like chewing gum   You can rig it up and hear each other   Through a tin can   And now it bakes and hardens   Like an old dream under the front porch      Where the air is talcum    My mama’s eyes are blue   And Father took the weird beast   And we’re walking next to you   That is the picture I see   That is the picture I see...      I brought the Weird Beast here   From Van Nuys Boulevard   So I would not be without a man      (Someday you’ll meet    A stranger)      When the Tartans reign   Flooded the empty streets of      (Locations everywhere   You go)      Paris       (All of the science   You’ve kept in bottles   Because   Someday this dream is   Going to end      I have this feeling      A Weird Beast)      And on one of these   Passing boats I thought   (Is going to come our way)   I saw the Weird Beast   Speaking in the   Russian tongue      Will he kill the Czar?   Will he kill the Czar?      Draw the Weird Beast   (I brought the Weird Beast here)   Everywhere you go   (From Van Nuys Boulevard)   Death speaks the foreign language    (So I would not be without a man)   We don’t know   Make sure they hear him   Breathing