For words of beauty
Are made of heaven,
And the chandeliers break
In just the nick of time
And who do you know
In this mysterious alter?
My home is your home
In such mysterious grace--
Oh keep me in your blood
For I need to live,
For the breath of every lily is livid;
Oh captivate my livid lilies with the sun,
For the sun is livid itself
I often wonder
About my mysterious man...
Behold the statue that only has one leg
And one eye and half a mouth,
Yet where is the head that lives and breathes
In the winds of obscurity?
Oh the beauty of words
Live in the air,
My blood tastes like red ice cream
Covered in philosophies and sprinkles,
Oh how beautiful is that red car
With tinted windows?
Oh how beautiful is the red sun
In the burbon sky?
And how beautiful is the sea
When it\'s sad?
Blood, blood...bloody beautiful
For the man standing on the corner agrees
I look at him, and he looks at me
For my integrity is shrinking
Like a violet in the breeze.