Vint-i-un Botons

I'm the son of a simple man who sleeps with doves in his hand
Holder of a heavy title in a wealthy household
Captain of silence when it strikes, the perfect measure and punctuality
Scribe of simple words in crossword puzzles
Quarter to six

We're at the beach and it seems like everything's ready
The gentlemen, the red suit, and the clouds that come for free
A painter of tranquil silence talks about the beautiful smile that the light has today
And Celia waits patiently as she usually does

Twenty-one buttons fastened
On a Tuesday in spring
On the shores of overseas
Where the sirens never stop
Welcome to the highest heaven our brows have ever seen
I sing pieces of a minstrel, that here where you see me
I'm the guy holding the umbrella while you dance

I keep thinking
The things I think when I have nothing else to think about
She laughs, and he strikes that serious and elegant pose
The wind turns, the ground shifts beneath us, and Celia presses her hat against her head
Like someone stopping an idea that today has taken flight

Twenty-one buttons fastened
On a Tuesday in spring
On the shores of overseas
Where the sirens never stop
Welcome to the highest heaven our brows have ever seen
I sing pieces of a minstrel, that here where you see me
I'm the guy holding the umbrella while you dance

Twenty-one buttons fastened
On a Tuesday in spring
On the shores of overseas
Where the sirens never stop
Welcome to the highest heaven our brows have ever seen
I sing pieces of a minstrel, that here where you see me
I'm the guy holding the umbrella while you dance