who knew that suzanne vega would write a song about charlie and claire three or four years beforehand?
your virgin mary's in the way
hallucinate her face by day
obscure the view in front of you
it's me here made of clay
you're playing near that line so thin
austerity? or just give in
to endless appetite
embrace that white oblivion?
i have to say it makes me wonder
if you are holding me
to that calm blue flame
that you are under
when you are holding me
and why so high the expectation?
who could live up to this?
and there's no time now for explanation
cold as an angel's kiss
and i have to say it makes me wonder
if you are holding me
to that calm blue flame
that you are under
when you are holding me
