You tried to taste me
And I taped my tongue to the southern tip of your body
But bones are too heavy to come up
Squished into a single cell of wood
Wooooood ... woooooooood
And I made an excuse
And you found another way to tell the truth
I put no one else above us
We'll still be best friends when all turns to dust
Du-u-u-u-u-u-u-ust...Du-u-u-u-u-u-u-ust
Dum du-dum du-dum du-dum du-du-dum
da-da-da-da-da
We are so smooth now
Our edges are beaten drift wood whittled down
Old bodies slip when they make love
We'll mine our sparks to shoot us above
