FIRST SHOULD I FOLLOW YOU THERE LOST IN A DARK STARE SHOULD I CHASE IT THERE HERE THE RAGGED SAILS TORN AS THE ROOM COMES UNDONE YOUR CROOKED HIP POINTED TONGUE
IT’S ALL A RIDE
TWIST TO COVER THE SIGHT ALL LIMBS IN A PLAY-FIGHT TWITCHING FLICKERING WAVES THEY COME EASILY IT’S IN YOU IT’S IN ME SEPARATING SEAMS
IT’S ALL A RIDE
I COULD TURN THE HANDS I COULD CHANGE IT I COULD PUT YOU BACK WHERE I FOUND YOU