Rufus Wainwright lyrics

I don't want to hold you and feel so helpless
I don't want to smell you and lose my senses
And smile in slow motion with eyes in love

I twist like a corkscrew, the sweetness rising
I drink from the bottle weeping
Why won't you last?
Why can't you last?
So I will walk without care,
beat my snare
Look like a man who means business
Go to all the poshest places
with their familiar faces

Your skin is cold, but
the sun shines within your hold
Your hair is gold, but you see through a goldfish bowl
I feel old, sick and tired
We walk the streets, gently staring, wondering what to do
The sun in sheets, pouring down those streets to eyes green and blue
And a ship with eight sails could come 'round the bend
Or a herd of bulls charging stop lights red
I'd be blind

Oh what a shame that your
pockets did bleed on St. Valentine's
And you sat in a chair thinking
"Boy I'm such a Prince!"
Well life's a train that goes
from February on day by day
But its making a stop on April First

Chorus: And you will believe in love
All all that its supposed to be
But just until the fish start to smell
And you're struck down by a hammer

Sure you were swift when

You gave me all your love in one day
You gave it all and almost faded away
Well I'm gonna take this sad unread issue
In my arms tonight
Looking at hospitals Victorian
Feeling as helpless as the Elephant Man
Wish you were here
to chain you up without shame
In my arms tonight

So if you should feel a bit out of place
This vision not unlike a shooting star
I have embraced
'Cause

The boys and girls of Millbrook
Are on a train from New York
Wearing new hats
Shooting the shit
Deep in the heart of Dutchess County, Bounty

And all the evening breakdowns
Will soon be washed from their hands
The next very day,as they make way
Eating the apple to the chapel, Holy

Don't even try, they'll get away with murder
Sure as the rain washes away and brings thunder

Nothing so bright, nothing so smooth,
nothing so pure
As my baby

All of my life days into night, all I did dream Was my baby

Until the days darkness entwined
with silver eyes
Was my baby staring at me

And since then I can't see straight
And since then my smile's been fake
Funny I know the troubles I've seen
But through one eye only that's clean

If you bring along your needles

I never had it, I never
wanted it, I never had your
Beauty mark

Nor did I have your black hair and hazel eyes
My early childhood was not as simple as yours
set in the country
No I did not have a fears of nuns who dressed in black

But I do have your tastes
I had no radio show, nor did I have
Home-made clothes, home-made curtains
Of the same material

The summer sun sets a vicious circus
when shadows held the world in place
But today I felt a chill in my apartment's
coolest place
"Fuggi Regal Fantasima"
The village larks cannot be heard
'cause all the crows got panderers
I can't escape these velvet drapes,
don't want my rings to fall off
my fingers
"Fuggi Regal Fantasima"

The mirror I find hard to face

This is the day
The day of the death
The death of the matinee idol

Still so beautiful as the angels
As the angels came down from high
So sweet and so soft
So charmingly daft
So young was the matinee idol
Lips of crimson, slightly open
As the flash and all fame put to rest

Walk along that wall
No it is not from the academy
Walk along that wall
From this moment on

Desdemona do not go to sleep
Brown-eyed Tosca don't believe the creep
I see it in his eyes

Chorus:And why don't you ladies
Believe me when I'm screaming
I always believe you
Violetta keep your man locked up
Or like Cio-Cio you will end up
Burned by love or sickness

Chorus: There is a knock at the door, tell me it's not Mimi again
Or is it Gilda's waiting passion to

My true love did breathe by the Sally Ann
just barely
That while walkin' through the town only my heart
did hear him
In views of the city
There ain't many folks by the
Sally Ann so pretty
That while walkin' through town,
many a twisted features
Made a terrible beauty
And then I knew
And then I knew, I'd been there before

One thing you must know by the
Sally Ann directly

Every kind of love, or at least my kind of love
Must be an imaginary love to start with
Guess that can explain the rain, waiting
walking game
Schubert broke my brain to start with

Hoped to look at you in a cab
Back of your head across my lap
Oh what grace, green back seat against the
red of your face
Hoped to look at you in any old grand hotel
Drunken demands gave way to reservations