‘Alice’ is in And she’s on I’ve played her To fill the room And you Should know by now By looking What I want and what I’m thinking.
When my intent turned and left For the best Alone and by the foot of the bed In your makeshift room In my makeshift mind I want from you What I Have never asked.
And Tom says, “I must be insane to go Skating on your name.” * And I can feel it through and through My skin is tight And I’m sorry in advance For wanting I’m sorry But I want You.
Your fingertips on my shoulders I am less than half your size The touch of your chin on my forehead As we decide What to do About the rising problem of the tide And the pull And the pain That takes years Of practice to deny But not this time And in the end A kiss will undo