Breakfast - The Associates

She gave herself

They took her to their hearts

Clapped their hands till sore

Once more eyes smart

Taxidermist gave life to Hugh

It sits and begs

And stares at you

Since when did you cook breakfast for

Lieutenant Paul

In ruined mirador

This lease on life

Can tie you down

So precious is the jagged crown

Talk to me I’ll stay these vagabond nights

Walk with me someone is waiting in light

Exchanging worlds, arranging days

To suit a lover

Who’ll never stay

Breakfast skies

Bring curtains down

Upon a crumbling lacquered gown

A crumbling lacquered gown

Talk to me as to these vagabond nights

Walk with me someone is waiting in light