Maxim's II

Tonight the birds are watching me Do they have more important things to do? What of hearts in diamonds? O, I don't understand Inot Maxim's we will see them walk Will they eat a piece of cheese or will they talk? When they're loud enough, we can hear their words By night we are inquisitory birds Some nights we are asked if we ever tire Of gazing at their heels and everyday desires Remember every dewy tale written of their loves? Compare them to the ones they touch in front of us We do not dance a story for you Gil Blas bored whispers awakening the beasts in me Go! Find your feet Drink some blood Say it to my face If you want to be starting something