Laying on the ceiling,
sleeping in the cupboard, sweating like a sauna,
aching in the night.
Maybe I should know better,
maybe I should go faster.
More is part of the pattern,
skin is part of the lover.
Here on earth we say hello,
we do alright in the night.
Staring in the sun,
staring down the barrels, swimming in the fire,
aching in delight.
Maybe I should know better,
maybe I should go faster.
More is part of the pattern,
wish I knew my lovers.
Here on earth we say hello,
we do alright in the night.
Someone called me a relic,
I might run out of power.
