I'm sleeping with a can in my hand The holes are sharp and silver-scarred I ran out on the great debate and fell into this tin cigar
It's not all right It's never okay I'm breathless when you say
The tunnel of lungs is long and dark The tunnel of lungs leads to my heart The tunnel of lungs, the tunnel of lungs You must come through the tunnel of lungs
French girls walk Arms entwined like rising smoke or ancient alphabets You said we'd all use air the same It hasn't happened yet
It's not all right It's never okay I'm breathless when you say it your way
The water's sickly Yellow-green And I am jaundiced, too You love me 'cos I'm so afraid of breathing wrong this close to you
