Your New Place

It's a mess
Drumming, quartering me, spent all November in bed
Sorry, you can't rest
I'm a mess
Life flows to the room, bends all around you while you undress
Show me your best dress
As I lie, and I try to forget what it means to feel you
You're the edge of all I know

A high risk cohort
At least that's what you said
On the 34th floor, of your new place
What a wonderful space
I like what you did with the built-in
Don't hold your videotapes of your new place
My God, you've got excellent taste
You're a high risk, I won't
You're a high risk, I won't

Nobody wanted to be the last inside
Nobody wanted to be stroked by time
How lucky I am to be a piece of your life
How lucky I am to be a piece of your smile

I hear you're on top of it all
Your hands are mine
My heart is gone
On top of it all