Are we to speak, first day of the week

Stumbling words at the bar

Beauty blue eyes, my order of fries

Long island kindness and wine

Beloved of John, I get it all wrong

I read you for some kind of stone

Covered in lines, the fossils I find

Have they no life of their own?

So can we pretend sweetly

Before the mystery ends?

I am a man with a heart that offends

With its lonely and greedy demands

There’s only a shadow of me; in a manner of speaking I'm dead

Such a waste, your beautiful face

Slumbering carpet arise

But you and your ring, your life-giving string

Come to me now as a friend

If history speaks, the kiss on my cheek

I’m painting the hills blue and red

They said beware, Lord hear my prayer

Anointing my love on your head

So can we be friends sweetly

Before the mystery ends?

I love you more than the world can contain

In its loneliest ramshackle head

There’s only a shadow of me; in a manner of speaking I'm dead

I’m holding my breath

My signature death

What can be said of my heart?

If history speaks, the kiss on my cheek

Where there remains but a mark

Beloved my John, so I’ll carry on

Counting my cards down to one

And when I am dead, return to the bed

My fossil is bright in the su