The way you call my name
With that tongue
Singeing my eardrums
Like the Devil's poker
After he takes it from the flame
I don't know if you're right
Or if this was all just meaningless
And your legs lied to me
As did your eyes
Your stare could deceive a judge
With the precision of a scalpel
While I'm on the operating table
Just staring blankly at the ceiling
Waiting for some sort of feeling
To whisk me away