Lyrics

How do they walk so straight
when they get home so late?
Why do they seem so sane with no face?

Matters move between and inside of us.
Times you can’t decide to be serious.
Where you end and I begin
is a frontier of respiratory sanctuaries.

Force your end and I defend.

With no face, it’s hard to see
whether it’s you or me.
Oh, god, it’s hard to breathe.
Oh, god, a new disease.

Are you ashamed of how you came?
Betrayed a killer wave.
Slept through an air raid, woke to a cascade,
missed the meaning.
Pounded the padlock, found no tendency,
no point of entry.

(We don’t have to be friends. Just allow each his breaths.)