There's Eleanor by the pool, red fingernails tapping a file,
She's tracking the amorous man in style,
Half shell on the ears, etiquette plucks a brow,
She's ready with the mercury tear and towel.
And the Lord of Hosts is breathing on the window his foggy tethered ghost,
He's tracking the amorous man.
Red line on the map, focus on the mutual prey,
Anthony crosses state lines on holiday,
Out on the funeral sea the lovers love and drown,
The white whale of the world takes them down.
Far above their heads, the tongue of flame is stuttering and virtue goes to bed,
The death of the amorous man.
And the Lord of Hosts is breathing on the window his foggy tethered ghost,
He's tracking the amorous man.
Eleanor by the pool, red fingernails tapping a file,
She's tracking the amorous man in style,
Half shell on the ears, etiquette plucks a brow,
She's ready with the mercury tear and towel.
