How dare the Premier ignore my invitations?
He´ll have to go
So, too, the bunch he luncheons with
It´s second on my list of things to do

At the top is stopping by
Your place of work and acting like
I haven´t dreamed of you and I
And marriage in an orange grove
You are the only thing in any room you´re ever in
I´m stubborn, selfish and too old

I sat you down and told you how
The truest love that´s ever found
Is for oneself
You pulled apart my theory
With a weary and disinterested sigh

So yes I guess I´m asking you
To back a horse that´s good for glue
And nothing else
But find a man that´s truer than
Find a man that needs you more than I

Sit with me a while
And let me listen to you talk about
Your dreams and your obsessions
I´ll be quiet and confessional

The violets explode inside me
When I meet your eyes
Then I´m spinning and I´m diving
Like a cloud of starlings

Darling is this love?