Every Sunday
I get lilacs in the mail
No matter where I am
Moscow, Dresden, or New York
White lilacs
Even in winter
When the trees are frozen and bare
Impossibly they come
Lilacs at my door
How can I live up to this?
Sometimes I'm a good man
And sometimes I am not
A lover, Serge?
No, no Natalya
Not a lover
Just a lady who likes lilacs I guess
And who likes you
She doesn't even know me
She admires you from afar!
Your music must have done something to her
Maybe she's my secret muse
And she's letting it build up inside of me
Maybe each lilac is just one part of a puzzle
And they all fit together
Thousands of lilacs
In a grand cathedral
Where the sun comes in through the flowers
But I need them all
Every last one
Only when they're all together
When they're finally all together
All the lilacs will come to life
They'll spring up and dance a rhumba
Dance on my chest
And then they'll race to an open field
And they'll climb over each other
And they'll build this great thing
Or maybe the lilacs are poisoning you
Maybe the lilacs are blocking you
Maybe she's an anti-muse
Maybe so
Have you been to see Dahl yet?
The hypnotherapist?
Yes
I mean, I'm going to
I mean, I think I already have
You should go
Get out of the house
I have students today
But be back by five
The priest is coming by
To help us get an audience with the Tsar
Priest?
I told you this
Yes, yes of course!
You do still want to get married, cousin?
Cousin, yes I do