Parisian Dream

You're paintings scratch lines of blue and gold and open me up was folding into myself a deck of cards face down empty on the shelf your song with emphasis on one and two then i couldn't keep time you took me into a dream an exploding soundtrack the treasure's mine but that treasure's mine i was bent over my chest an invisible line sinking but then the light of the lamp that i held in my blistered hands you the fuel and me the fool for not noticing this chinese junk we're all strapping strong and casting lines let's fold here together clearly better slip out to the rocks