Like a cabbagetown rubby reaching for the copper on Bleeker Street Like a coconut commoner combing through the needles on any beach Like you want to know What you need to know Smiling to the camera Looking for the window that no one sees I want to go walking Walking with you Like a calico mother waiting for the moment to hold her knees Like my borrowed reflection crawls into the space of an empty sheet Like the world is your buoy And the moon is your defense Like the horror of the naked eye Looking at the mark of a leaky pen Cover me with pomegranates Till I see my royal partner I will be the queen of spades Then I will measure time As if it flowed from mirrors Under heaven's wake Like a blood-borne baby squints into the light and begins to breathe Like the moment I close my eyes on the edge of sleep Like the rumour of joy Or the musings of grief Dance with me a second time Till I feel the blood in my feetTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
