Julia With Blue Jeans On - Moonface, Spencer Krug

It’s a mad man’s game

Making cadences land in golden fields

A mad man’s game

Making the commonplace unreal

I can’t say why

But I have a way of bleeding dry

Anything you call a rose

From red to white

A full bouquet

To fucking snow

It’s a mad man’s game

I had been spending a lot of time

In my expensive furs

When the question first occurred to me

Is there anything more famous

Anything more grand

Anything more noble than a folded hand?

Fantasy, it’s a mad man’s game

At the very least, a younger man’s game

I’d say the only word worth singing

Is a name

I’d say the only name worth singing

Is not 'God'

It’s you

Julia

As beautiful, and simple as the sun

Julia with blue jeans on

Julia, as beautiful and simple as the sun

Just Julia with blue jeans on

I see you there

Oh, at the bottom of the stairs

Obliterating everything I’ve ever written down

Was there any other way

That you could have been found?

Oh Julia with blue jeans on

Ohhh ah da da da …