[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