hey darling,
i think we tripped on a drug
it was sticking out on a dark path like lingam
it left us seething like the crowd at your concert

they were dying, they were dancing
were we lying through our teeth when we said...
i can't say it now.

how should i feel about being a product of the same fire
that made such sick shadows dance?
and since feelings don't move, darling
what should i do?

but since action is anchored in feeling,
again i ask how should i feel?

i know you value callous
i see that grit in him
but i know your love is a tenderness
i know you want that from him

darling inside me i am weeping so intensely
i cry and i cry and i cry
why is it like this?
why does he laugh at my weakness
why am i the antichrist
a selfish sadness plagues him
i turned a corner and you were there
but you'd turn back just as easily, singing
carry on, carry on.