2. tombs in paradise
Ice in the glass
Their faces are melting at half past
He fades his cut
She braids her locks
Brooding in the corner in the dark
I ruffle the cuffs
Fix with a grimace and make it up
Send these two up to the show floor
Table’s been set for one more
I’ve seen these eyes
Tache noir-disguised
Something concealed that appealed to my taste
Son of a past erased
Tombs in paradise
I made one for you
Useless at this price
‘Maldehyde dreaming and digging a hole
We’ll watch the lemons grow
Fleshward the backyard is grooving
Soothing and fragrant and ripe
You know I like
The man was too tight
Groping around for his specs in the sun
No match for a needle gun
Tombs in paradise
I made one for you
Useless at this price
‘Maldehyde nightmares that sway in the breeze
They put the palm in trees