Story One Delhi Funeral
All of the sound boys look at me wide eyed. All of the
French girls, kiss me au revoir. Sail me out at the quay,
sail me out in my coffin. Why they staring at me? Have
they never been out? The northern lights dream girls,
diamond and pearls girls. Champagne and saffron, saffron
and silk. Sail me out at the quay, sail me out in my
coffin. Why they staring at me? Have they never been out?
