I see the tiny hairs on your eardrum drumming
Huge stalactites mouth over mine
Am I turned on by rapeseed oil
Make me digest better they said
A newborn fist for a heart
And fishes start from my eyes
I am tilled I am sewn
My tongue fur grown My stone dress swims with birds
Knitting needle in the hole welding the arm
Am I playing along Dressed as a red indian
But I had wanted to be a nurse
Hadn't I Stretching taut over the drum
Here I am playing along
A newborn fist for a heart
And fishes start from my eyes
I am tilled I am sewn
My tongue fur grown My stone dress swims with birds
My stone dress swims with birds
