She's content in what she does not know Present tense, her passion is a subtle glow I could talk to her, I'd rather listen To her words in conversation As the red wine flows She won't tell you she's an artist I could never guess her name Her skin is rust, her scent is harvest She's just three tables away In my mind, I see skyscrapers She's got her books and her newspapers She's so educated, automatic She is smooth, so enigmatic Looking through my water glass, this camera's eyes Strangers walk right past, they never notice Sunbeams on the table, how they ebb and flow The cool radiation of her subtle glow She won't tell you she's an artist You will never guess her name Her skin is rust, her scent is harvest She is so close to me In my mind, I see skyscrapers She's got her books and her newspapers She is educated, autocratic She's my drug, my gin and tonic