Like a hand that throws a punch your tongue makes a fist at me
Once you open your mouth I taste our ****** history
But how long do you think you can amuse the face of lust
Before you see it in yourself, a body in the flood
To all the ends the water goes and carries you away
Begins to settle down until you start another day
Inside the lines you've drawn upon the places you have been
Exists a world you cannot see unless you shed your skin
You took us there so long ago but left me on my own
With vision disappearing in the punches you had thrown
But if you have it in you still to wake your sorry self
Then come to me and let it be as though you never left