Poor De Chirico 10, 000 Maniacs

[Chorus]
Oh my dear friend
My dear friend Giorgio
How has this time baton
Discouraged your liaison with the
Eye styled metaphysical
Incon- incongruous scenarios

[Verse 1]
Dauntly jaunt about through nostalgic despair
Within childlike renderings of a nightmarish recall
"All my images
Fragments I've shored upon against my ruins
Pictor classics sum, I am pure"

[Chorus]
Oh my dear friend
My dear friend Giorgio
How has this time baton
Discouraged your liaison with the
Eye styled metaphysical
Incon- incongruous scenarios

[Verse 2]
Step solemn with the
Air of reluctant manes
As rod and hoop shadow children
Scatter through a henna arcade
Figures indentured to a windless landscape
Enduring silence and flame