You, With the Sullen Eyes

My lover is a red, red rose
Carved of cherry lacquered oak
He smells of fire, peat, and road
Snowcapped peaks and tobacco
My lover comes and never goes
My lover comes and never goes

I could cry, you are so beautiful
You with the sullen eyes
On the banks of a river they’re afraid of
But there’s nothing like you and I
Nothing like you and I

My lover is a lace made dress
Vintage wine and wilderness
Smells of sweet and smoky dreams
Broken soles and tailored seams
Sunshine tears and a stripped guitar
Her teeth of white, where it drips my heart

I could cry, you are so beautiful
You with the sullen eyes
On the banks of a river they’re afraid of
But there’s nothing like you and I
Nothing like you and I

The wind’s a lonesome tired sound
She/he rakes the day, carries the night around
She/he skims the fat, feeds it to the sky
My lover does what he/she knows is right
And she/he knows what’s right if it’s right be me
And he/she knows it’s right if it’s right by me

I could cry, you are so beautiful
You with the sullen eyes
On the banks of a river they’re afraid of
But there’s nothing like you and I
Nothing like you and I