Intro: You tried to taste me, And I take 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!