Music as music
Art the frustration of it
My love, my love
Be mine, be mine
Music in music
And the sound on the breath of it
On the breath of it
Love has love in the now
And in the far, in the far
But we are
We are lying in between the legs
Of certain things
Certain things
We are lying in between the legs
Of such, such simple things
Music as music
Art the frustration of it
My love, be my love
And lust just icing on the cake of it
My rhythm will be my rhythm
And the pulse beats with the rest
Cos it's all in a locked up
Sometimes slightly fuzzled head
When, you are lying in between
The heart of it
And the head of it
You are lying in between the legs
And you feel like a six pack of Stella in dregs
Me folded, now beseech my body
Lay me in a way that ideas come so naturally to me, to me
As I laugh with the universe
Sing to the moon
Dance with the sun
And I'm touched by the earth
We are lying in between the legs of certain things
We are lying in between the legs of such simple things
We are lying in between the legs
Of certain things
Certain things
We are lying in between the legs
Of such simple things
Certain things