Bright And Early

I'm almost lonely sitting here beneath the door ( oh yeah), with stars all crowding
in separate circles, some black and tan or upside down ( oh yeah), and some so lovely,
I can hear the rattling of the chains of love.
An ivory image with black and blue metallic coat, plus rust, and a book of Sanskrit
lies wide open, provoking me to look inside ( oh yeah), and I think I'm broken.
I can hear the rattling of the chains of love.
Sorry I don't know where I was back then or how you adore me in fuzzy love-coat
post-coitial bliss.
I promised not to slip away from her.
I loved you long before the day I was shrinking, I could not see your face,
But you were beautiful with tigerlily hair inside that place
but I'm undecided as to where I really want to be.
And I'm fading in the photograph she took of her and me.
But I'm all up for the reconstructuion of my ruined past.
I could love her no more.
But I love her now and yes, I guess that, time is standing still.
There's a sunrise or a sunset that I know I always will remember you by.

I am you.