I press my love in unknown windswept stairwell
Winding up the cliff wall with verbiage equipped
And ready to crawl if I must
To feel your fucking hand
On the pebbles of my once wet beach
Cresting with the ocean now trashier
And still the seals will rut in their plastic skirts
With long lusty smoke rings
Blown up through derricks of our selfish need
I press my body into the mausoleum of the one I love
Begetting nothing more than stone
And giving every root to keep it
Though my hands be but rusty faults
In the line of dust I've left in my wake
I will make right my sweet enigma
Asleep and draped in the long dress of sunlight
She breathes and she trembles awake

In the bodies of trash flies and decay that I have left in my wake
I feel the ground start to shake and shake and shake

She breathes and she trembles awake
In the body of the one I love into
She breathes and she trembles awake
In the body of the one I love into
She breathes and she trembles awake