Maxim's II - Julia Holter

Tonight the birds are watching me

Do they have more important things to do?

What of hearts in diamonds?

Oh I don’t understand

Into Maxim’s we will see them walk

Will they eat a piece of cheese or will they talk?

When they’re loud enough we can hear their words

By night we are inquisitory birds

Some nights we are asked if we ever tire

Of gazing at their heels and everyday desires

Remember every dewy tale written of their loves?

Compare them to the ones they touch in front of us

We do not dance a story for you

Gil Blas bored whispers awakening the beast in me

Go!

Find your feet

Drink some blood

Say it to my face

If you want to be starting something