Hey, I’d like to lift your blouse (mayday)
Cool Sunday morning’s spent with Christ, the sermon’s moving
But I am ice, and water in the sun (oh god)
There’s no denying I need some sacrifice
And I, I tend to ignore
Then sink the ship and swim fast to shore. The water’s freezing
Where’s the warmth? I usually like the rocking boat.
But I’m beginning to feel seasick
Where’s the drain? I’m green around the gills.
//I’m swimming back to Hollywood//
Swam so easily, the crimson tide beneath
It seems so far away; the cups depleted.
Move away! Don’t touch, don’t look, don’t speak
//Sometime in the morning’s when I’ll quit.//
