What do we owe each other in the game of love, What do we owe ourselves and what choice do we have — so many people in bed with us, like Russian dolls one mother inside the other, or action shots on low speed film endless shadows seeming to move as one.
How do we know each other in the game of love, How do we know ourselves and what right do we have — so many people alone like us we're broken dolls no lover within the other no camera without film endless shadows never joining in the sun