White Sky - Cécile Remix

An ancient business, a modern piece of glass work
 Down on the corner that you walk each day in passing
 The elderly sales clerk won't eye us with suspicion
 The whole immortal corporation's given its permission
 A little stairway, a little piece of carpet
 A pair of mirrors that are facing one another
 Out in both directions a thousand little Julia's
 That come together in the middle of Manhattan
 You waited since lunch
 It all comes at once
 Around the corner, the house that modern art built
 I ask for modern art to keep it out the closets
 The people who might own it, the sins of pride and envy
 And on the second floor the Richard Serra Skate Park
 You waited since lunch
 It all comes at once
 Sit on the park wall, ask all the right questions
 While all the horses racin' taxis in the winter
 Look up at the buildings imagine who might live there
 Imagining your Wolford's in a ball upon the sink there
 You waited since lunch
 It all comes at once