well there it goes
            i lost our net when we lost our clothes
            as i implode
            floating in nothing where there used to be a road
            i'm reaching out as far as my arm can go
            towards some string in a pillar of snow
            
            what i'd give for a second
            of measurable action
            against the manly faction in me
            if i'm here can i touch it
            i want to push and rush it
            for us there is no luscious of seam
            i will crumble under water
            as fire is the potter
            and wire is our daughter at sea
            i want to be yours forever
            two signs for stormy weather
            i want every second for pleasure
            in my bones, in your screen, in my ice cream