The Rubens Room
Two old men on their paths
Suzanne at her baths
And servants pouring water
And I the hidden watcher
A woman made for love
A painter had dreamt of
But not as a picture in the gloom
Hung in the Rubens Room
Foam whitens her skin
Fingers move unseen
Sketching curves, I guess
Under’s the water’s caress
A woman made for love
A painter had dreamt of
But not as a picture in the gloom
Hung in the Rubens Room
Is there any place on Earth that never, never has any sun?
Is there any place on Earth that never, never has any sun?
Bridesmaid in vermillion
At a French king’s coronation
Fresh roses on her breast
Waiting to be undressed
A woman made for love
A painter had dreamt of
But not as a picture in the gloom
Hung in the Rubens Room
But not as a picture in the gloom
Hung in the Rubens Room