Buttons are sliding through holes
Straps are diving from heights
Sucking energy from poles
Breathing it into lights
Your feet are high behind me
They hang like leaves on trees
The dark is something to see
I kiss it through your knees
I want you top to bottom
Dead cell to twitching toe
Let's smoke 'em 'coz we got 'em
Not til we're done, y'know?
You can think aobut the coffee I'll be making
You can act in movies in your mind
You can plan all of the trips we will be taking
I will crack your egg if you'll be mine
And all the while...
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