Beverly Penn (Synth Version)

Girl sleeping on a mansion roof

Under a wintery sky

Wrapped she is in furs and sable

Starlight in her eye

And what is the name of this creature

Where did she live and when

Who was she and why was it

That Peter Lake loved Beverly Penn

Four o'clock on a marble morning

Water pouring on her skin

In fever her life bursts open

And a hurricane blows in

When high from the dreams of this creature

A thief on a horse descends

It was dawn and it was December

And Peter Lake loved Beverly Penn

It was all of a windy day

And the sky was full of crows

When her lovely soul ascended

She just closed her heart and rose

And whither the soul of this creature

Tell me the story again

Of scarves and songs and the skin of space

And how Peter Lake loved Beverly Penn

I would dive in a freezing river

Set fire to a hundred men

If I could for just one time

Love somebody the way that he loved Beverly Penn