Lyrics
It's a madman's game
Making cadences land in golden fields
A madman'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 madman's game
And 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 madman's game
At the very least, a younger man's game
Now I'd say the only word worth singing is a name
And 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 have ever written down
Was there any other way that you could have been found?
Oh, Julia with blue jeans on