I see the tiny hairs on your eardrum drumming
Huge stalactites, mouth over mine
Am I turned on by rapeseed oil?
Make me digest better they said
A newborn fist for a heart
And fishes start from my eyes
I am tilled, I am sewn
My tongue fur grown
My stone dress swims with birds
Knitting needle in the hole welding the arm
Am I playing along?
Dressed as a red indian
But I had wanted to be a nurse
Hadn't I?
Stretching taut over the drum
Here I am playing along
A newborn fist for a heart
And fishes start from my eyes
I am tilled, I am sewn
My tongue fur grown
My stone dress swims with birds
My stone dress swims with birds
Miranda, are you there?
Can you hear me?
Who has the headache?
Is it you or me?
Please take it away from me
Lights in the corridor are low
And I have no shadow
A newborn fist for a heart
And fishes start from my eyes
I am tilled, I am sewn
My tongue fur grown
My stone dress swims with birds
My stone dress swims with birds
My stone dress swims with birds
Swims with birds
Swims with birds
Swims with birds
Swims with birds
Swims with birds
Swims with birds
Swims with birds
Swims with birds
I see the tiny hairs on your eardrum drumming
