One that I used to love, I find now that I hate: Back then in the bloom of youth, In black to absorb the light, From a billion wished on stars, In a never ending night We danced in a room alone, Drained the vintage wine The ceilings were hazy high, Back then in the mists of time Crushed were the velvet drapes, Crimson in the breeze, From the fields and the forests Of a thousand ancient trees We half lived in the mirrors, Framed in giltwood gold Back then in the oyster world, In mascara, bleach and spray, From a million ocean waves; Eternal for a day A sonata of moonlight From a black piano played, By a fleeting skinny girl, In red to attract the bulls From a hundred lonely fields, Swooping, starving gulls One would take the prize, One would take the bait, One that I used to love, I find now that I hate.