I know that you are
Hand
in hand
The earth, pain and
I was fixed in position
We missed out some touching
In our heads, ricochets,
you are singing
Get tricks with the rhythm Stumble and back to it
Man's sick with resistance Insistent upon itself
Bitten out in perfect food Yet pretty well returned into you
A little joke,
my password clues And didn't know I'd chosen you
Scratch your head and wonder Where I feel
Can't steal
what
you're killing I can't borrow or buy
I
don't know
What gets piled
up to seal in
Oh Oh
Bitten
out in perfect food Yet pretty well returned into you
Pretty low when I'm turning to you A little joke made past for clues
You didn't know it
turns into you
