Brisa Roche Egyptian
I'm rolling in a borrowed car
A hot-rod called egyptian
With Jules in the back
And a terrible decision
Green and white
And blue and black
We'll use for making portraits
The colors flashing by outside
We'll bring into the fortress
With Jules on
With you on
With me on
Once out in the country
Brand-new midnight words
We'll christen
The towers that you wrote of
Will be too far off to listen
Soft you make my visions
And I fear my hand you'll take
Morning-cakes like animals
For tired eyes i'll bake
With Jules on
With you on
With me on
Mother, father, brothers
Might be sitting at the table
But here beneath my touch
I'll keep you as sweetly as I'm able
A beautiful boy
Beside his dark egyptian model
Almost high i'll drive you both
To where the papers cannot follow
With Jules on
With you on
With me on, on, on...