Left/Right

Domination Subliminal Conversation Your eyes in my eyes Showing yourself back to you, in streaming glory In all your glory, you're so beautiful

I can't believe it Where does it come from? Not from above Not from some special one From the dirt, from the earth, from the sticky, sticky mess The messes we make; regret bakes a cake

And I cut into it So many pieces, share them all around with a big, big crowd With a big, big crowd Don't frown No forks, just hands Let me kiss your hands Let me suck your fingers One at a time, one at times, at all times Push inside, open up into two

Ladling out new visions New visions, two visions A soup sipped on the throne The throne beholds love making In all its glory, it's icky, icky glory Glow in the dark with me at night With me at night, with me at night, with me at night Firefly, firefly, firefly

Firefly, sleeping in moss Light cast against the sky Clouds as soft covers Aggressively soft, as a safe word The wind, the cross, illuminated on the mountain top, Mont Royal

Monday, Wednesday, Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday Weeks done backwards while spitting in tongues Weed fog, a compact haze, its own maze, its own mass A central place of worship for this sketchy, sketchy city Dismissing our born realities

As I'm running to clear you out of my system As I'm running to clear you out of my system As I'm running to clear you out of my system As I'm running to clear you out of my system Footsteps on the pavement

Left-right, left-right, left-right, left-right, left-right Left-right, left, left, left-right, left, left-right Left-right, left, left, left-right, left, left-right Left-right, left, left, left-right, left, left-right

I'm not gonna stop No one's got anything on me Eat the dust, eat the dust Bird bath in the dust Three of them wings spread