Ginger
Burning on the bed
so incandescent and transparent
oh ginger, like fire
Seize the innocence
and toss it away
oh ginger, I know the pain
of thinking you understand it all
Flat on the wooden floor
your mandolin roars
and I will never know why
you keep throwing porcupine bombs
Ginger nine
we have reached a stalemate
the pressure and the pain
they tick tick tick like a bomb in your chest
Ginger, why
I swear I did all of my best
I swear I did
Flat on the wooden floor
It's hard to get up
the sounds and the colors are messing us up
so organically
losing complicity
falling all out of touch
We're falling out of touch
