I tried to reach you through the scotch fog,
But there were so many **** bodies,
And this **** VW bus is broke down again,
And the blue lights are blinding my inhibitions.

Will you touch me,
While I burn this ****** thing,
The living walls are breathing,
And I need you to guide my hands,
The ether tremble, is floating in my breath,
And If you touch me, I will explode...
Will you touch me.

Your beautiful back bites best, like a beast,
It both cripples and cures,
Your strength shines from your shoulders,
And I can't get this **** bus started without you.
And everybody is laughing and complaining.

Will,
You touch me,
She said.

But this hazey maze, of brown liquor
Has me reaching blind.

Will you touch me?

The light can't recognize your face,
My clothing is intoxicated,
And your voice shifts in and out.
Take my hand,
So we can start this **** bus.