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

It is a-coming soon?

Or do they say, "Forget the sun

Worship the moon"?

But whatever it is

Our pinhole perspective

Cannot a-translate sufficiently

But any way, A or B

You know, it's alright with me

But any way, A or B

You know, it's alright with me