i tried to see past the stars
but i just kept getting lost in the sparkle
moving through these bodies
to get to you
i’m so damn mortal
late like a broken clock
distracted by the way she walked
i’m moving through these miles
like blue notes on a baritone
i see the sex in saxophone
i talked to you on a telephone
but it wasn’t you who answered
that’s okay, though
it takes a thief to catch a thief
so i mainline pain
to find relief
i bide my time and bite my tongue
i hide my heart
to quiet its hum
like quick sex
and quick sand
i’m sinking in to foreign land
waiting neath your window pane
in the alley, in the rain
i just want to see your face again
to make me sure
to make it plain
cause if there’s one thing
i know to be true
it’s that one plus one
is never two