all your blues are royal
crowning every night
and every tender toil
either frailty or fright
is a keeping you in line
* careful all the time
you * intake potions
ahead a hundred skins
your novelty in motion
you recoil and begin
the best ideas are all tatooed
covered up and glued
and love's grave is no accident
it's carefully construed
everybody's razorthin
inside moving on
everything's a skeleton
of simple right and wrong
there's no *
nothing stays for long
love's grave lies untender
love to overgrow, let go
man's a great pretender
dug himself that hole
pays his last regrets
stands up and he forgets