Warm

Warm, the body is warm The muscles twitch The posture compensates And cold, the arrow is cold The friction warms nothing But the point is pure The wound it is secure Trial by error, follow a sun And the one we have will do What is the message On those gamma rays That are a'penetrating you? Do they say that the end Is a'coming soon? Or do they say forget the sun Worship the moon? But whatever it is Our pinhole prespective Cannot a'translate sufficiently But any way, A or B You know, it's alright with me