Liam and Patrick

Liam the lover entertains his congregation
They smile, the pleasures all their's
And they laugh and they applaud as he holds their attention
The master of ceremonies, he is king
But pretty soon time will take him away
Alone without a soul to soothe, he will stay
And he can't seem to see or understand, no
Yes there's more to understand
Liam drinks the wine
He keeps the words benign
And when the black night glows
All his world is fine
Patrick the painter sets his quill to the canvas
He smiles, hes where he loves to be
And in magenta and lime, he will fly
Across the cream oasis and black India line
But pretty soon time will take him away
Without a real life to live, he will stay
And he can't seem to see or understand, no
Patrick makes his line
It's all in his design
'Cause when the black line flows
All the world is fine
Liam makes her laugh
As Patrick paints the feel
Of her hair across his face
He says goodnight
He cleans the black ink from the quill
Left with a space the other's filled
And there they lay
The lovers grin relaxes as
Dalmatian-spotted, callused fingers
Stare across the room and see the other cry
Liam and Patrick am I
And both are restless