Beautiful Words

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.