Lyrics

[Verse 1] Her night companion was James Joyce's prose She's like the mornin' dew left to melt on a blood-red rose And her readin' light, it'd burn till the night grew old She'd demand a man just for a one-night stand, but she always gave her soul Took its toll [Chorus] Though his memory now is a faded glow Time and again her pages showed her that the Story's there, though the book's been closed, and as the Summer comes, summer goes Like a blood-red rose [Verse 2] Hе's six foot, brown-eyed, single, young and tannеd Pictured in her head's this animated man In reality her private thoughts, they get banned Deep in her contemplation and imagination, a solemn figure stands He's just her dreamtime man [Verse 3] Her youthful grace has mellowed through the years And growin' old's the most depressin' thing, she fears To wind up old and lonely with just a cat In the city's heart, she'd break apart, she never could stand that Now she can't go back [Chorus] Though his memory now is a faded glow Time and again her pages showed her that the Story's there, though the book's been closed, and as the Summer comes, the summer goes Like a blood-red rose