There's Eleanor by the pool
Red fingernails tapping a file
She's tracking the amorous man, in style

Half shell on the ears
Etiquette plucks a brow
She's ready with the mercury tear and towel

And the Lord of Hosts is breathing on the window
His foggy tethered ghost
He's tracking the amorous man

Red line on the map
Focus on the mutual prey
Anthony crosses state lines on holiday

Out on the funeral sea
The lovers love and drown
The white whale of the world takes them down

Far above their heads
The tongue of flame is stuttering
And virtue goes to bed
The death of the amorous man