She dilutes me with her liquid gaze
I swirl and swirl and sink in her
She deals in lashes and glances
I’m a puppet unleashed by her claws
She’s got me in a packed bag
I’m taggin’ along to god’s own
She’s plural in a travelling glass
I’m split in two too many times
Our gazes collide in liquid crystals
And the stops are running by
We are getting closer
To where we part
She’s whole
I’m lost
In a corner of that fated smile
Lost
Lost
Lost
Lost
He's got ripples in his tongue
And swallows a lake
Its time to cast his hands again
To catch a wind
The frailty of a runaway strand
Scent on a leash
An anchored smile
Painted crowns and elbow spots
He'll take what comes
He'll take it all
He swells in his secret spoils
Seeps through fault lines
Smeared with the stolen colors
A one with many
The rivers have all been bled dry
No mortal cage
A ruby spill
Tidal swarm and ebbing drips
He'll take what comes
He'll take it all
He'll take it all
He'll take it all
Shard from A Kid
Set things off again
The whirring tapes
And the Idioteque
Knees on carpet
And tongue in ears
All a naked blur
The twisted toe
Is all I can see
Floated in on a Sunday morning
Took me home by guile
Led me to a lighted porch
Left me shaking on a step
Went scattered in a wind
Kept me dug deep in
Strung on amnesia
Forget to disappear
Tuned right back
Little black keys
Scrolls on white
Lost and found
Cast it right back
The tide’s good
Someone’s at the door
Am wishing
him away
But it’s not
meant to be
‘Cause the
dripping floor
Won’t mend
itself
And I gotta
let him in
The bandit
mask is on
But there
ain’t no guns
To be sacred
off
Just the
loaded mouth
To take
cover from
‘n a death trail
on the floor
The
executioner’s hand
Has dodged
the ether
And gone
carelessly berserk
A touch of minefields
It’s all too
late now
Run hell for
leather
I watch from
the trenches
The
territory’s all marked up
He’s done
and gone
No prisoners
taken
No one left
behind
Just me ‘n no man’s land
The invisble tamers are here
The siege is on the outside
We cower in caged insides
Rub and scrub and repeat
They don't wash off easy
The hands are gonna get us
Gonna get us good some day
More masks to mask the mask
Heads held high and dry
Then there's the itch in time
And another again and again
Rub the faces on concrete
Two legged swines on a roll
We go marching back
Evoluion is elastic
Run, crawl and splash
Disintegrate and divide
Tiny spiked balls
Are here to take us back
And start all over again
