Woman in a black armchair
Jude reclining
A figure on the stair touching the hair
A baby pushes through the crowd
William listens
The figure on the stairs stares distant, stares distant, stares distant
Sappho rings the bell
Julia takes her bow
The figure on the stair looks down the well
The poets are knitting clouds
William's calling out
The figure on the stair stares out, stares out, stares out
All the dinner guests make to leave, what a scene
Beautiful people abound
The ceiling sags like a sail
The figure's hand, figure's hand quivers pale
The sculptor, director, the girl before a mirror
Gather coats and keys, apologies
The baby cries out, the woman's on her feet
The figure echoes in antiquity
I got you roses, some roses, I got you roses, some roses
I got you roses, some roses, I got you roses
Stares distant, glares long down the well
I got you roses, some roses, I got you roses
Love me
