Adam At The Window Lyrics

Adam At The Window

Adam's at the window
Staring at the apple trees on fire
Waiting for the windfall
That brings the smile of kings and their desires
Door blows in behind him,
A floral pattern, summer dress so gay
Burning in the sunlight,
Too late to wait,
For darkness won't delay
To steal her cherry lips away
So while the careless tongues of sunlight
Slowly trickle down
The curve of hips, her fingertips,
In kissing sips we drown
In kissing sips we drown

Adam will have his way

Adam's on the island,
Living in the land of love
Shadows lurk around him,
Drunk on the royal jelly of pure love
Full and ripe, the fruit hang,
For when the prince arrives he will want more
And more and more he will drink
From the canvas cup
The son of a swan
Will then loose his plumera
He will wear a new age suit
Haunt the joints in town
And play a silver magic flute
And call his lover down
And call his lover down

Adam will have his way

Adam's at the easel
Painting in the wrinkles and the grey
Waiting for November,
Easy with the darkness of the day
Smiles a tear of gladness,
And Adam's at the window once again
He's burning in the sunlight,
Too late to wait,
For darkness won't delay
To steal her cherry lips away
So while the careless tongues of sunlight
Slowly trickle down
The curve of hips, her fingertips,
In kissing sips we drown
In kissing sips we drown

Adam will have his way