Lyrics
Domination
Subliminal
Conversation
Your eyes in my eyes
Showing yourself back to you, in streaming glory
In all your glory, you're so beautiful
I can't believe it
Where does it come from?
Not from above
Not from some special one
From the dirt, from the earth, from the sticky, sticky mess
The messes we make; regret bakes a cake
And I cut into it
So many pieces, share them all around with a big, big crowd
With a big, big crowd
Don't frown
No forks, just hands
Let me kiss your hands
Let me suck your fingers
One at a time, one at times, at all times
Push inside, open up into two
Ladling out new visions
New visions, two visions
A soup sipped on the throne
The throne beholds love making
In all its glory, it's icky, icky glory
Glow in the dark with me at night
With me at night, with me at night, with me at night
Firefly, firefly, firefly
Firefly, sleeping in moss
Light cast against the sky
Clouds as soft covers
Aggressively soft, as a safe word
The wind, the cross, illuminated on the mountain top, Mont Royal
Monday, Wednesday, Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday
Weeks done backwards while spitting in tongues
Weed fog, a compact haze, its own maze, its own mass
A central place of worship for this sketchy, sketchy city
Dismissing our born realities
As I'm running to clear you out of my system
As I'm running to clear you out of my system
As I'm running to clear you out of my system
As I'm running to clear you out of my system
Footsteps on the pavement
Left-right, left-right, left-right, left-right, left-right
Left-right, left, left, left-right, left, left-right
Left-right, left, left, left-right, left, left-right
Left-right, left, left, left-right, left, left-right