escaping to byzantium...

I often dream of skipping along
The sightly countryside,
On our way to a place
Where we can hide

Where paintings speak of beauty and sorrow,
The streets are gloomily sung,
And those lazy teacups reek
Of days old rum

Stealing books, suspicious looks,
But we do what we can for the Poet's high,
So come my friends
Let's grab our kites and fly

Romance is nothing but to roam,
We're just a rambling pair who have no home,
So I'm running to paradise you see,
Won't you join me?
Cause life's but a memory

Backyard games, feet tapping to the harp
The old guitarist strums along,
Not a loonie in our pockets,
We just survive on simple song

Ink on our fingers, pipe in our lungs,
Poetry in our hearts,
Safe in a haven for our minds
To repair and restart

Romance is nothing but to roam,
We're just a rambling pair who have no home,
So I'm running to paradise you see,
Won't you join me?

Romance is nothing but to roam,
Smoke our cigarettes right down to the bone,
For I'm running to paradise you see,
Won't you join me?
Cause life's but a memory

music and lyrics by k. duluoz