The Golden Hour -

Seashells and spider eggs

Hang your jacket on the peg

Just this once don’t make me beg

Sit right down, swallow the dregs

Talking on the daily keg

Bootleg and scanderbeg

Give me a couple bonnie bregs

Out in the golden hour

The waves that roll across the sea

Brought you on that ship to comfort me

It’s a reverie, a mystery

A lamppost 'neath the canopy

I’m talking now on bended knee

My love a balmy heart must be

The soft green caresses me

Out in the golden hour

Out on that lone peninsula

They tried to free Cascadia

With balsam wood umbilicus

And asthmatic Andromeda

The mandolins cry Ursula

Her Drachmas and her Daliahs

Now she plays melodica

Out in the golden hour

A bordello outside of chic Bourdeaux

Smell the taro root and salt minnow

Has a snake tattoo on her torso

Says she used to look like Marilyn Monroe

It’s a shallow question, but it’s juxtaposed

'Cause her own name she doesn’t know

Every night outside her window

I wait, in the golden hour

Every night outside her window

I wait, in the golden hour

Every night outside her window

I wait, in the golden hour

Every night outside her window

I wait, in the golden hour

Every night outside her window

I wait, in the golden hour

Every night outside her window

I wait, in the golden hour