How will I hide my eyes for you
Down the hall the kettle squeals
Golden silk sheets in a golden room
My golden hour eyes for you
4 o’clock coffee and a cigarette
Where 59th Street turns into a bridge
Have we still plans to meet at the Frick?
If so, I’ll keel my self out of bed
Cotton candy lie under a cotton candy sky
And as you fuss with the key to your room
And graduate to street from the stoop
I will walk up Park Avenue, wondering
How I’ll hide my eyes for you
The glow of a stoplight from green to red
On your face at 3AM
Spinning threads of gold laying on my bed
With your legs bent off the edge
How will you hide those eyes for me
When the walls are listening
We will be standing on a vacuumed tier
Under the luster of an old chandelier
Cotton candy lie under a cotton candy sky
And as you fuss with the key to your room
And graduate to street from the stoop
I will walk up Park Avenue, wondering
How I’ll hide my eyes for you