lost in colors   painted with silver dice   printed on fading sheets   with yellows, greys and whites      harmonies couldn't get you to say   your voice always carrying   you further from my own      think of me   I know you'll always feed   the buoy that's out to sea   guiding me to your deep deep deep      maplebees   kept themn from stinging me   they hovered around my tree   and about your trembling leaves      but oh, oh, oh you kept the door open   your long dark silouette   flushed to the frame   the flattery of young women   can keep a man hoping   but nothing could compare to you calling my name      think of me   gaslights and silver streams   shadows and arteries   that bleed from your heart back to me