Winter Song

(앨범: Chelsea Girl - 1967)

The snow on your eyelids that curtsy with age
Is freezing the stares on tyranny's wings
The bitter is hard and the warmth of your skin
Is diseased with familiar caresses
Withdrawing from splendor and royal decay
Among all the triumphs and jaded awards
The angry and blazing circus of sun
Blasphemes as the crown prince arises

You cannot beget all the sins that you owe
To the people of paradise magic
Pretend to answer passion and form
With foreign rationalizations
Primroses are the jewels that lurk
Among masks of pleasure that flicker with doubt
Embraces of fame that's simultaneously fear
To advance and demand to be recognized

The river shall flow through hollow green faces
Of caricature's resentment etched out of the tongues
Both reluctant princess asleep before birth
The classical sensitive failures
The worshipping wicked cling to the dark of your heart
Lying there and wait with your angels
Moan and ravish from dawn to dusk
The avaricious young lovers