You've got every inch of your bones
& it's this it's not bicycles
& it's this it's not the seats on the bus
Or shoes or chairs that hold you up
The house where we live is empty space
& every room's a**igned a face
& every face is full of mind
That uses skin to hide behind
If your car needed a jump
The cables are there in the trunk
& if i could have you that way
I'd hook up our brains & it'd be great
Because in there i'd find your thoughts
What you like, what you're tired of
I wouldn't wonder it would be plain
& i'm guessing i would feel less afraid
If your car needed a jump