John My Beloved - iPhone Demo

Are we to speak, first day of the week
 Stumbling words at the bar
 Beauty blue eyes, my order of fries
 Long island kindness and wine
 Beloved of John, I get it all wrong
 I read you for some kind of stone
 Covered in lines, the fossils I find
 Have they no life of their own?
 So can we pretend sweetly
 Before the mystery ends?
 I am a man with a heart that offends
 With its lonely and greedy demands
 There's only a shadow of me
 In a matter of speaking, I'm dead
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 Such a waste, your beautiful face
 Slumbering carpet arise
 But you and your ring, your life-giving string
 Come to me now as a friend
 If history speaks, the kiss on my cheek
 I'm painting the hills blue and red
 They said beware, Lord hear my prayer
 Anointing my love on your head
 So can we be friends sweetly
 Before the mystery ends?
 I love you more than the world can contain
 In its loneliest ramshackle head
 There's only a shadow of me
 In a matter of speaking I'm dead
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 I'm holding my breath
 My signature death
 What can be said of my heart?
 If history speaks, the kiss on my cheek
 Where there remains but a mark
 Beloved my John, so I'll carry on
 Counting my cards down to one
 And when I am dead, return to the bed
 My fossil is bright in the sun