You can tame the atom,
be sweet as morning haze
Who cares? Not me
I’ll be so blissfully, blissfully unaware
No matter what you throw first
Everything lands the same on the waxing moon
I cannot help myself from tasting her
You can wear
the daybreak on your new dress
Steal the sea
Will I care? Will I see
how you, with beautiful disdain,
walk on the gasoline?
No matter what you throw first
Everything lands the same on the waxing moon
I cannot help myself from tasting her
You can teach me
You can feed me
Brim with electricity
What’s wrong? I don’t know
But if you close your eyes,
take my hand, be my ghost
to the rhythm of destruction I impose
Just close your eyes and I’ll close mine
No matter what you throw first
Everything lands the same on the waxing moon
I cannot help myself from tasting her
You’ll never know, never know,
the badges I wear when I
am with her, am with her
How little I care when I
soothe you mind, aching mind
Perception
Your roving soul
Waning love, waning love
Distance
The time is now
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