Sing The Song

I heard it from Paulson, or is he me? As he lay out in the bath stared up at the grout Iodine hue stains dripping Bernice is curled up, reposed, smooth and bare Beneath sheets of floral blankets and halos of hair As the drip drip singing, like the mockingbirds, was laughing at me Don't just sing the song boy Where someones tears fell quiet Don't just sing the song boy White romance since departed Don't just sing along dear Your bitter heart once shook with vigor, now Pluck it from the stem when it's drunk on dew If velvet skin is thin enough you'll see inside it too Well I am not in season So your flame I cannot brace In memory it seems to me that it was all so sweet But with throes the heart's replete Don't just sing the song boy Where someones tears fell quiet Don't just sing the song boy White romance since departed Don't just sing along dear Your bitter heart once shook with vigor, now Very few grapes can fuel a good fire. (x15)