Lyrics

[KIZETTE, spoken] Mama, it's time [KIZETTE] Starting over [BARON] Starting over [TAMARA] In the blasted California sun No grey can survive Where is my blessed blue, deep and ancient Glistening on canvas since the Medicis? Where is the grey of the Paris sky? The grey of her eyes? Nothing but avocado and orange A palette utterly devoid of poetry In the blasted California sun It is a bitch to outlive Your own context Oh, you've gotta go to New York for culture (spoken) Ha, New York (sung) I've got jewelry older than New York! Nonetheless, everything else is gone [BARON] Starting over [TAMARA] The apartment on Fifth Avenue is lovely, darling But perhaps I prefer Beverly Hills after all This home used to belong to King Vidor Of course, that's just his name He wasn't actually a king All the best people they've got Clamor for the Baroness at their parties But no one would dream of commissioning a portrait Where would it hang? No grand houses, no grand faces No grand lines Thirteen years, no gallery shows I pass the time Raoul died in his sleep I wept, to my surprise, for five days straight We were good together Good to each other We learn late sometimes Mmm In the blasted California sun It is a bitch to outlive Everyone