Carry me to your blue bed.
My memory was not serving me so correctly
(I walked in and kissed the wrong one.)
Is that what I want or is that what I am?
I respect you!
(I inspect you.)
I respect you!
I respect you!
Carry me to your blue bed.
Watching you move is like sensing
The scheme of things pushing apart at the seams.
Your gesture is knocking a hole in the air!
You perceive me.
You receive me.
You retrieve me.
You reprieve me.
Carry me to your blue bed.
Rushing up to meet me...
Knocking a hole I walked in and kissed
Is that what I want!
Sensing the scheme
Watching you move I should know better.
I calculate, the buildings change and there
I go again Emerging from the underground not knowing where I am
A verdant park of small proportions underneath the sky
The turtles' eggs, the dancing suns, the things I can't explain
Mating monkeys filled the trees thus breaking all the rules
The music that we danced to wasn't anything like this.