Still I won't let you bend the meaning of my dishes. What do you know of concupiscence? We fell, and sometimes my head throws backwards. You asked, but what does it throw?

I placed a finger over your cold lips, I had to listen closely to some memories I'd been avoiding all day. We've got the stuff, we've got the stuff. You kissed me and it felt like a smoke alarm. Your eyes are looking translucent today, but you still feel like a dream.

You built me a pedestal, but I was high on stilts.