Red Lips, Marble Eyes - Martin Hall

Lights from cars slowly driving by

Her eyes reflecting a desert sky

Lover’s rental

Sentimental child

Guess you’re hiding

Down along the line

Dresses in fields

Shirts on the sea

Imagine yourself then

Imagining yourself now

Red lips and marble eyes

Bourgeois bohemia high

They say nobility grows out of contained emotion

Well she feels a bit bloated right now

Skin like alabaster

Swollen like a plaster

I guess she’d rather look like somebody else

It’s like a seal

A heap of needs

Imagine yourself then

Imagining yourself now

Another poster girl

Fake fur and high-heel spurs

All of these sons of Cain and girls with wings

Still staring at the ceiling

The illegitimate desires never fade