To the center of eden
Doesn't pretend
To the loneliness of terror
To your free-form skin.

And I want to live
And I want to die
And I want to love
And I want to try.

And all our prayer
Prayer and all
And all are scared
Scared of all.

Black rooms are calling
To men in leather coats
White lambs are cooking
Up the silver ghost
And my last migraine sundown
Her translucent skin
And all the spiders wonder
What we got us in.

And all is you
You are all
And all with you
You and with all
And I want to live
And I want to die
And I want to live
And I want to try.

So beats the final coda
Of a final storm
One more cherry cola
To lift up her dead arm
A dream of soft focused sunsets
Filters through the din
We are losing contact
As she dials again
And she can hear glass calling
Or is it someone who looks like him
She eyes tv reflection
And nods a knowing look
She says it doesn't matter
She never liked her looks
And I have seen a thousand fractures
And I have seen everything
Cause knowing is its own answer
Love is something in a book
There's not much left to ponder
Not much left to cook

And she counted the spiders
As they crawled up inside her
And she counted the spiders
As they crawled up inside her.