Close-Up Vol. 1

If you were in my movie I'd have you as the doctor Small black bag And a big black coat I'd have you make a house call To the woman You could lay your Diagnostic hand Upon her belly and her throat If you were in my movie You could be the detective Yo

the reproach in your daughter's most beautiful face made me wonder just how she could know of that something that happened between you and me so much more than a long time ago her mother, I can see, lives within her still cause she looked at me with

You come from far away With pictures in your eyes Of coffeeshops and morning streets In the blue and silent sunrise But night is the cathedral Where we recognized the sign We strangers know each other now As part of the whole design Oh, hold me like

I don't care for tights, she says And does not tell me why She hikes her skirt above her knee Revealing one brown thigh I see, I say, and wonder at Her slender little fingers How cleverly they pull upon The threads of recent slumbers Do you know wher

We go to the playground In the wintertime The sun is fading fast Upon the slides into the past Upon the swings of indecision In the wintertime In the dimming diamonds Scattering in the park In the tickling And the trembling Of freeze tag In the dark

Watch while the queen In one false move Turns herself into a pawn Sleepy and shaken And watching while the blury night Turns into a very clear dawn Do you love any, do you love none, Do you love many, can you love one, Do you love me? Do you love any