Marble

Think about golden palaces
Think about a holy mosaic floor
Think about rooms filled roses
And times that by a hundred and four
That's who I'm falling for

Think about the amber of the sunset
Think about Parisian artefacts
Think about red velvet dresses
You kept Aphrodite's bloodline intact
Oh, you're so wonderful to look at

Listen up
We all fuck up
Doesn't mean that we're not capable of any love
And these violet delights are harmful and the futures odd
And you're no god
But you've got a face made of marble
You've got a face made of marble

(But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.)

Oh, you've got a face made of marble
You've got a face made of marble
You've got a face made of marble

(She speaks!
O speak again bright angel)