Interiors (Song for Willem De Kooning)

                                  Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did

Your beautiful triangle of distortion

Now you seem to forget it so much

Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did



Say you can remember say where is the tomorrow

Say where you are coming from

Say what you have left us



Are we too tired to try and understand

That nothing is nothing on that we depend

Take my hand together and we will cry

It really makes no difference

To what you see inside to what you see inside



Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did



A beautiful landscape of your nation

Another era is not forthcoming

Who sees the interiors

Like young Willem once did



Say you can remember say where is the tomorrow

Say where you are coming from say what you have



Are we too tired to try and understand

That nothing is nothing on that we depend

Take my hand together and we will cry

It really makes no difference to what you see inside



To what you see inside