Your paintings scratch lines of blue and gold you open me up was folding into myself a deck of cards face down empty on the shelf
your song with emphasis on one and two then I couldn't keep time you took me into a dream an exploding soundtrack That I treasure as mine That I treasure as mine
I was bent over my chest an invisible line sinking but then the light of the lamp that I held in my blistered hands you the fuel and me the fool for not noticing
this chinese junk we're on strapping strong, we cast free the lines let's float here together clearly we better slip out to the brine