Like a white stone deep in a draw-well lying. As hard and clear a memory lies in me. I cannot strive, nor have I heart for striving. It is such pain and yet such ecstasy..
I drink to the house already destroyed;. To my whole life, too awful to tell;. To the loneliness we together enjoyed,. I drink to you as well;. To the eyes the deadly cold imbued,.
Paint me on that lipstick smile. Dance around the house in style. Wiggle'n'wag those pretty legs. Come on gal, don't make me beg. . Go on and get your lampshade on.
(Musical Intro). Heaven's been described as being paved with gold. Others say it's just a state of mind. Some folks don't believe that it exists at all.