I got patience, you're cunning

Fit to my stray hand like a Schiaparelli glove

Let the rest of the world be coarse

Sitting around the table all day talking

With the suicides and lazy eyes

Longing 'til the stars align

Let the rest of the world be coarse

You stay sweet for me

I paint the winters

Marching round across our backs

I lay upon the ceiling

Counting mice escaped the traps

Let the rest of the world be coarse

Let the rest of the world scream hoarse

You speak sweet to me

Let me call you mine all the time

You stay sweet for me

Saw you on the table

Constrained they carved your name

You lay exposed open eyes

It blew my mind to see your grin

Let the rest of the world be coarse

You stay sweet for me

Let me call you mine all the time

You stay sweet for me

I love your cunning eyes

And how you size me up

Modigliani eyes

I'll call you mine

If you stay sweet for me

Let me call you mine

I'll mark the hour

You stay sweet for me