Like the tree that bends under the wind i stand in front of you i doubt about the options breaking up or boomeranging on you go downhill and never get up then you'll decide to run go downhill and never get up then you'll decide to run bend this meat you can't leave it looks like you're worked by life like wood by the sculptor dry up til the timber catches fire dancing on tenterhooks so long then you'll decide to run dancing on tenterhooks so long then you'll decide to run go downhill and never get up all those ashes under my bare feet remain on the bitumen at the edge of us body torsion will make us fall while you lie by my side on the bed my woolen heart frays dancing on tenterhooks so long then you'll decide to run