Egyptian - Brisa Roche

I’m rolling in a borrowed car\nA hot-rod called egyptian\nWith Jules in the back\nAnd a terrible decision\nGreen and white\nAnd blue and black\nWe’ll use for making portraits\nThe colors flashing by outside\nWe’ll bring into the fortress\nWith Jules on\nWith you on\nWith me on\nOnce out in the country\nBrand-new midnight words\nWe’ll christen\nThe towers that you wrote of\nWill be too far off to listen\nSoft you make my visions\nAnd I fear my hand you’ll take\nMorning-cakes like animals\nFor tired eyes i’ll bake\nWith Jules on\nWith you on\nWith me on\nMother, father, brothers\nMight be sitting at the table\nBut here beneath my touch\nI’ll keep you as sweetly as I’m able\nA beautiful boy\nBeside his dark egyptian model\nAlmost high i’ll drive you both\nTo where the papers cannot follow\nWith Jules on\nWith you on\nWith me on, on, on…