Well I've seen your flag on the marble arch and love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

... i didn't fall in love of course
it's never up to you
but she was walking back and forth
and i was passing through

I loved you when you opened like a lily to the heat; you see I’m just another snowman standing in the rain and sleet who loved you with his frozen love, his second hand physique, with all he is and all he was a thousand kisses deep.

The Maestro says it's Mozart but it sounds like bubble gum when you're waiting for the miracle to come.

I will starve till prophets find me,
I will bleed till angels bind me,
Still I sing till churches blind me,
Still I love till cog-wheels wind me.

And I'll dance with you in Vienna,
I'll be wearing a river's disguise.
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder
my mouth on the dew of your thighs.
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
with the photographs there and the moss.
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty,
my cheap violin and my cross.