In my fixed situation I contemplate relations with a glove
I have left all the best thoughts and solemn patience on a rug
With my feet I will run, scraping up the ground
With my arms I will feel, all the air rush around my love, my love
I'm still trying, there's no denying your sweet love
I am stepping past the edge, of your sweet love
In the day we had life, one I never knew
It was safe for awhile, dust gone through the roof in the back of my car, screaming like a clown
At the end of the night, we were both let down, my love, my love
I'm still trying, there's no denying your sweet love
I am stepping past the edge, of your sweet love