in between the thinking and the saying
threw away what i can't believe
tell me how you lose this feeling
all moods have been dealt and played
tell me how you lose this feeling
all hands have been cut and waved
i have always been your vegetable
and you my Swedenborg
i would drop myself through black holes
to end up at your door
there's no one else to get hung about
and there's nothing else makes you twist