And I taped my tounge to the southern tip of your body
Our bones are too heavy to come up
Squished into a single cell of wood
And I made an excuse
You found another way to tell the truth
I put no one else above us
We’ll still be best friends when all turns to dust
We are so smooth now
Our edges are beaten drift wood widdled down
Old bodies slip when they make love
We’ll mine our sparks to shoot us above
And I taped my tounge to the southern tip of your body
Our bones are too heavy to come up
- The Morning Benders
