Call it whatever, walk on by
Be your hot head punter, open wide
For the dentist ripping it out
Dancing for nobody, bottle it in
Treading heady on conscience
Never reconciled
Like a broke free buzz on the ice and never repeated
Call it whatever else, you're weak at the knees
Cook it into your stock and shuffle it out
You let the milk go livid every time
You never were moving up the list
Forward through the t
On into the field, pity this
Pity for anyone who ever wanted to be
Unbound
Unstrung
Mid-dance caught you in a grand descent
I bask, coated sweat in an embrace
Do you love the thing or the vast idea?
Do you love the thing or the idea?
All back down to whether we slip from the tether
Hunt for the joy of the kill
Leave the corpse rotting behind
I miss sense, I never intended this blather
Hoping you forgive everything you can't
Hoping I can
Mid-dance caught you in a grand descent
I bask, coated sweat in an embrace
Do you love the thing or the vast idea?
Do you love the thing or the idea?
