Closer to my body Hugging me closely Closer to my pulse, coursing my veins These are my experiences, fuming I guess you're out of the fire, lunar cycles declare a new moon Finally
Little angel set in gilded marble With your steel eyes and silken laid out Stone body and sculpted dreamy mouth
And steel smile and iridescent grin Steel wing end my life that shines like death in my eyes Cut my time like erudition like a war in creation
A fire used to dance, now taking a vacation I am in a distant dream looking for salvation In rented apartments and stolen cigarettes and smoky billowing clouds of marijuana smoking silently A cracked hip is worth a broken whip, this is no joke
pressed beneath the barren press there is a notion built neglect barren test touch the onion on its press built together in olive branch to let go at last you can see them in the sweat of summer time to reflect there in the system of respect