With a rose in your left hand,
nine roads, nines ways, nine follies and nine ascents,
step the ocean, to the moon, to the black,
two keys, two sphinxes,
in your backpocket.
And I’ve seen
the land picked clean,
your face inside the sun, with battalions
of birds circling, the feet on fire,
you’re a liar, a fool
traveling the globe,
I’m in love with your tanned back,
I wish you would walk to the end of the earth
and fall off.