Off My Sleeve

In your little China dress

That’s how I loved you best

With a tulip to your chest

In the silk and satin pressed

With a left shoe on my right

And my tongue was tangled tight

The strain of it went light

As you grinned in your delight

Sayin’ come on, come on, come on breath

The night air off my sleeve

Though the armies all had died

And the cavalry wouldn’t ride

The whores became the brides

The night St Augustine died

And you said come on, come on, come on breath

The night air off my sleeve

When no one mans the sails

And the search for youth has failed

When my coffin is all but nailed

The words that will prevail

Are you and come on, come on, come on breath

The night air off my sleeve

Come on, come on, come on breath

The night air off my sleeve

Come on, come on, come on breath

The night air off my sleeve