Woorden: Rufus Wainwright. Rufus Wainwright. Baby.

:
Nothing so bright, nothing so smooth,
nothing so pure
As my baby

All of my life days into night, all I did dream Was my baby

Until the days darkness entwined
with silver eyes
Was my baby staring at me

And since then I can't see straight
And since then my smile's been fake
Funny I know the troubles I've seen
But through one eye only that's clean

If you bring along your needles
Then I'll bring my sharpened pencils
And draw one more comic tragedy
My baby

So call up the child players
From madam we'll
rent the parlor
And dance to death
till I can't see
My baby