Little patina on your nose
I think I'll brush it off before the wind blows
As your lovers watch
I know you're past your prime
But that's okay
I'm catchin' up on time
Since you've been away
As your lovers watch
I wish I could mold you the way you molded me
I don't have the craft to cast your ivory
Ebony keys have relief but I have none
Your accent was grief
And I'm a guilded sun