takingthursday
08/05/03, 08:21 AM
The Tongue Spins Like The Blade
Fog pouring from the heat of your breath
And mist leaking out from the cracks of my eyes
When this mystery finally melts
To tip the cup and sip away the sweat
Door knobs and stairwells
The light switch and steering wheels
Her signature on my mind
And her pen writes on my eyes
Tall trees blowing in the wind
As much proof that you exsist
When she plugs me in and puts her hand in my back
She moves me to speak with the power of her grip
Curtain chains that won't pull
And glass doors that won't push
This dream of mercury forms on my skin
When the cold blue clouds make their way to my bed
Cabinets full of your forbidden fruits
Waiting for your disposal
The key to your shed in the depths under your tongue
Taunting me with the hopes of being untied from these ropes
Wooden spoons and plastic knives
The contrast of your trusted word
With a genie you make a wish
But with me you better get on your knees (to beg)
You better clasp your hands tight
And pray something set me straight
'Cause when I'm red I'm on top of my game
And it's impossible to sit me down
Fog pouring from the heat of your breath
And mist leaking out from the cracks of my eyes
When this mystery finally melts
To tip the cup and sip away the sweat
Door knobs and stairwells
The light switch and steering wheels
Her signature on my mind
And her pen writes on my eyes
Tall trees blowing in the wind
As much proof that you exsist
When she plugs me in and puts her hand in my back
She moves me to speak with the power of her grip
Curtain chains that won't pull
And glass doors that won't push
This dream of mercury forms on my skin
When the cold blue clouds make their way to my bed
Cabinets full of your forbidden fruits
Waiting for your disposal
The key to your shed in the depths under your tongue
Taunting me with the hopes of being untied from these ropes
Wooden spoons and plastic knives
The contrast of your trusted word
With a genie you make a wish
But with me you better get on your knees (to beg)
You better clasp your hands tight
And pray something set me straight
'Cause when I'm red I'm on top of my game
And it's impossible to sit me down