your painting scratched lines of blue and gold you open me up was folding into myself a deck of cards face down empty on the shelf your song with emphasis on one and two then i couldn t keep time you took me into a dream exploding soundtrack that i treasure as mine i was bent over my chest an invisible line sinking but then the light the lamp that i held in my blistered hands you the fuel and me the fool for not noticing this chinese junk we re on with strapping strong you cast free the lines let s float here together clearly we better slip out to the brine