Link Arms

Eaten if left alone

They'll hold a thumb under their nose

And sniff them out

So, link arms and stay close

Frozen and afraid

Slower now

And not as fresh a taste

So, link arms and stay close

Zone in and sprints backwards

While speaking in reverse

Either that, or they're all dancing past

As the lights get low

Around the pulse

And it gets colder still

A collection of leaflets

Holding a thought together

The pages start to split

Words move from a language you thought was understood

But held together in front of mirrors

A distance grows

I go deeper into debt by paying in advance

It's just a shadow that I need to keep my eye on

Zone in and sprints backwards

While speaking in reverse

Either that, or they're all dancing past

As the lights get low

Around the pulse

And it gets colder still