fall down on my knees

why dont you get off your silver steed

maybe i’ll swal-low like these forest trees

make sure those jeans wont leave without a crease

waiting for you to set the scene

spray on me down, like kerosine

make room for me// light your machine

empty desires turn into

(Speeding up echoes on the last three syllables)

just care for me

and work for me

so carefully

and yearn for me

just burn for me

nourish from me

so learn of me

enter for me

just carefully