The body is a stairway of skin

You open the door I let you in

Carry your story through the thick and thin

I feel the angels dancing on a pin



They dance



The body is a book of matches

A little fire is required of this kindling flame

Ohio Blue Tip Strike Anywhere

Strike me Anywhere



Strike me



The body is a hallway of mirrors

You have to jump and a net will appear

You can see there are so many of us here

Breaking is the one thing we all fear

Breaking is the one thing



Break it down



(Break me down like the quiet part of a song

I assure you this won't take that long)



The body is an apple on a tree

The body is an apple on the very first tree

Ripe round forbidden

Ripe round



Shake it down