Married in the darkness
On the evening of the morning
We first met
Laughing, joking
Loving, smoking
Honey, I can taste you yet
Traffic making music
While the limbs of longing
Gently intertwine
These are pastel pieces
Of the pretty pictures painted
On the water color canvas of my mind
Sleeping in the hallway
While we waited
For the Super to arrive
Frying pan for coffee
Cause the only pot we had
Would not oblige
Laughing at the laundry
That was burning while inside
The oven drying
These are pastel pieces
Of the pretty pictures painted
On the water color canvas of my mind
An afternoon in Big Sur
On the way from San Francisco to LA
A brief and fleeting vision
Of the hallowed halls of Heaven
What a day
Conversation dancing
To the music of the ocean
Keeping time
These are pastel pieces
Of the pretty pictures painted
On the water color canvas of my mind
Laying low in London
Living like the Lord
Of Chester Square
Off the wall withdrawal
With a modern Boticelli lady faire
A Susie's column reject
Cause we ate
While all the others dined
These are pastel pieces
Of the pretty pictures painted
On the water color canvas of my mind
These are pastel pieces
Of the pretty pictures painted
On the water color canvas of my mind
These are pastel pieces
Of the pretty pictures painted
On the water color canvas of my mind