I know you can hold the beat of another man's heart
Just as I can feel the fire of another man's fist.
And I know that there are things that I should start
And I a**ure you it's not another's boat I harbour.
Each characteristic of mine, that curls the very spine
Of this love, of these lives that have entwined
Is duly proffered in each and every song
I close my eyes and it all goes wrong.
I exist, permanently, under a cloud of intention.
Sisters of sister's friends become the fleck of terror
In your reverie and half-sleep dreams
Tongue the roof of your mouth, your fists would find a punchbag
If it were present.
My attitude to love is like my teenage attitude to s**
I know what it is, and I know I have potential
But I don't know, I don't know precisely where it goes.