Dec 03, 2004 12:24
The fact that you can
Speak to me the way you do
Bleeds me to believe that you
Have never stepped out of the
Skin you live within. But when
And if this day occurs
Your tongue, the taste, will imitate
A battery: the anti-equilibrium
Your stomach becomes the floor.
A light goes on upstairs
The attic is ablaze!
This island isn't big enough
For both of us so who will swim
In eel infested oceans?
Kiss the sand goodbye because
The tide is coming up and in
Yeah, water, water, water everywhere
And every chance to sink!
It's an amalgamation of the things
You aren't, the ways you wish you were,
A split second perceiving of the way
You really look to every one of them.
I wish that you could get a glimpse,
I wish that you could see because
The look on your face was priceless.
You can always count on Incubus to know just what to say!