Sticks his head in the door
The kind of shit to ignore
Baby, I cut the cloth
I don't know who to write
I don't know who can call up
All the questions
To clean out a mind
I fell in love

I heard about it
I heard about it
I heard about it
No

And so it's not in your clasp
What's the function of a task
Where I'd stung, I'm stinging?
Help me reach a road
That's a pity down on the docks
Aren't we two separate locks
With some kind of wanting?
Wanted to take me into your bones
What's left of your body

I've heard about it
I've heard about it
I've heard about it
No

I'm standing in there
I'm still standing in the need of place
Need of place

No, I don't know the path
What kind of path I'll go next
Long lines of questions
Lessons, lessons

What do you lose to conceive?
Well it's hard to believe
When I'm sold for your sleeve
Just come out for your meal
Please, please, please

I can admit to conceal
No, that's not how that's supposed to feel
Oh, no
And fuck the fashion of a bee

I'm heft about it
I'm heft about it
Heft about it
No