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.