she forgot that only sharks and vultures circle.
but she really never meant a word)
the tide is rising higher, with each cold exhalation and every cold clink of the coin.
Strike curiosity into action
Throw your religious crutches into the fire
We have nothing more to restrain our desire.
WE GROW LIKE VINES ON THE WALL OF OUR FUTURE
OUR LIVES HAVE BECOME SO ENTWINED,
IT SEEMS IMPOSSIBLE TO PART THEM.
WE GROW TIGHTER
AND WITH EVERY
WE SQUEEZE THE LIFE A LITTLE MORE OUT OF EACH OTHER