John My Beloved - Live

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 poem
 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 manner of speaking I'm dead
 Such a waste, your beautiful face
 Stumbling carpet arise
 Go follow your gem, your white feathered friend
 Icarus, point to the sun
 If history speaks of two baby teeth
 I'm painting the hills blue and red
 They said beware, Lord hear my prayer:
 I've wasted my throes on your head
 So can we be friends sweetly
 Before the mystery ends?
 I love you more than the world can contain
 In its lonely and ramshackle head
 There's only a shadow of me;
 In a manner of speaking I'm dead
 I'm holding my breath
 My tongue on your chest
 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, come visit my bed
 My fossil is bright in the sun
 So can we contend peacefully
 Before my history ends?
 Jesus I need you, be near, come shield me
 From fossils that fall on my head
 There's only a shadow of me;
 In a manner of speaking, I'm dead