In the Hair of Good Things

(The time has come to spread the paint)

How could I know
That your likeness was a maze
(How, how could I)

I could have guessed
From your posture on the stage
(Hey, hey could I)

I have been known to belittle everything
That isn't you and isn't I
Don't let my life leave with wrongful circumstance
Preserve my body, I know you can