The breakfast is all laid out. Waiting on you to arrive. The sun just risin'. And going down again. . Deeper, deeper. Or piece me together again. Deeper, deeper.
I'm saved, you pull my fingers out the dirt. You pluck me wriggling from the world. I'm saved, you cast me up into the wind. You shook my body from the skin.
I would lie anywhere with you. Any old bed of nails would do. Ink up the wound for a cruel tattoo. A big old red heart with an anchor stuck through. .