You're paintings scratch lines 

of blue and gold and open me up

was folding into myself

a deck of cards 

face down empty on the shelf



your song with emphasis on one and two 

then i couldn't keep time

you took me into a dream 

an exploding soundtrack 

the treasure's mine

but that treasure's mine



i was bent over my chest 

an invisible line sinking

but then the light of the lamp 

that i held in my blistered hands

you the fuel 

and me the fool for not noticing



this chinese junk we're all 

strapping strong and casting lines

let's fold here together 

clearly better slip out to the rocks