the eyes of Lucifer Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom
As she lay there beneath the covers
Dreaming of a thousand lovers
Till the world turned to orange
And the room went spinning round
she realized she'd never ride through Paris
with a warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing,
and she sat there softly singing
There's no surprise she'd memorized,
Her husband, was off to work,
and the kids were off to school
She could clean the house for hours
Or make it through the shady street
with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing
As she sat there softly singing
Prettiness arrived, she'd memorized
But when her daddy sees it, she has
The evening sun touched gently on
On the rooftop where she climbed
When all the laughter grew too loud
Then she bowed and cursed
to the man who reached and
And he led her down to the long white car
that waited past the grave
At the age of thirty -seven
she knew she'd found forever
As she rode along through Paris
With a warm wind in her hair
Marianne Faithfull
