The vena cava, the most superior The queen Bringing blood into the chamber Always into the chamber And in you it moves the same Even if you cannot feel how it moves It does move there in you
I'm awake but I cannot be found Daydreaming so far, down
And in your arms, I sleep so deeply But I can feel how you will leave me Even as you are still sitting here Even as your mug of coffee steams I can feel how the seams of your ribs Will separate from the seams of my ribs I know already how much TV Will fail to comfort me in your absence
It's as though the knife, it never was And everything will do just what it does Like a bullet in the barrel of a gun I'm hiding here inside with someone, someone
In your eyestreaks of canary yellow In that twin bed I lay straight and narrow In your room on Long Island I try to keep myself from sighing While the lilt of your language, it made me think That I was sinking with the wreckage of that old ship Even though our love has long been dead It's ghost will follow to the foot of my deathbed
I ain't no brother, I ain't no son There ain't no aubergine[?] in my blood I ain't no warrior or king But how I am one when I sing When I sing, sing, sing
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