You tried to taste me
And I taped my tongue to the southern tip of your body
Our bones are too heavy to come up
Squished into a single cell of wood

I made an excuse
You found another way to tell the truth
I put no one else above us
We'll still be best friends when all turns to dust

We are so smooth now
Our edges are beaten, drift wood whittled down
Old bodies slip when they make love
We'll mine our sparks to shoot us above!