1926 Lyrics & Chords By Thalia Zedek

I saw you older--
It looked like Death had been at your face.
Another cigarette,
Almost gone when the morning first breaks.
Too many people,
Too many people know your first name.
I'm just one,
And after a while I can't bring myself to say:
"Be sure you notice always what you're eating"
New York nights, 1926--
It all looked so different
You've starved your telephones,
Now your servants can't bring you messages.
The open fields where people color to no reply;
You can't help it--
If you get out of bed you might paint a sky.
We used to be lovers a long time ago.
Your God hates me--
He can't feel my flesh;
He leaves me panting like a dog at the edge of your bed.
Your God hates me.