Noon

(You dream a certain kind of blue) I dream a certain (You dream a certain kind of blue) kind of, kind of blue Now (You dream a certain kind of blue) I dream a certain (You dream a certain kind of blue) kind of, kind of blue Deep, clenched and narrow, something louder close to Brueghel in his blooms Deep, clenched and narrow, something louder close to Brueghel in his blooms I anchored in trust and beliefs My reason sways by the roadside Exhibiting states of fugue She mentioned I should never stop I'll hang on to this, I'll hang on I'll hang on to this, I'll hang on Even if I take fright Even if I take fright Even if I take fright (You seek a mistress in the brood) I seek a mistress (You seek a mistress in the brood) in the, in the brood Now (You seek a mistress in the brood) Oh, I seek a mistress (You seek a mistress in the brood) in the, in the brood Incising starlight on the back of sleepless lovers in the nude Incising starlight on the back of sleepless lovers in the nude I, who whistles loud and up to noon The songs on which I ran aground Dreaming of Caribbean dunes Dreaming of Caribbean dunes Who bares the desk facing the street? Who whispers promises, soft suicides smothered in sheets? I'll hang on to this, I'll hang on I'll hang on to this, I'll hang on Even if I take fright Even if I take fright Even if I take fright Even if I take fright Even if I take fright Even if I take fright