And the taste of metal
Which our bodies do not like,
And the paper sky,
And the body up electric--
I'll have nothing to do
With you or your eyes which
Always asking "do you dare?"
Always asking, and asking.
The quick green and the
Cold panting songs,
And the words unsaid,
And the words unsaid.
I'll have nothing to do
With you or your eyes which
Always asking "do you dare?"
Always asking, and asking.
