H. Hawkline
Last Thing On Your Mind
It don't matter to me what passes me by
Roll on flowers and rings, roll on dinners and [dye?]
I can live in all the faces and hands
Of both women and men
It don't matter to me
No
I'll dance you through the ether and then get you back on time
Take a hammer to your cross
Post you to the warm collapse of night
But in the pocket of my tenancy no common sense applies
Without the means to recompense
You circle in the eddy of my eyes

I don't want to be the last thing on your mind (x2)

Hear that meter again, calling like a knife
A box that falls at your feet, a hand from the light
Pick it up and speak
Let your tongue recollect
Does your body forget?
That it don't matter to me
No

I'll dance you through the ether and then get you back on time
Take a hammer to your cross
Post you to the warm collapse of night
But in the pocket of my tenancy no common sense applies
Without the means to recompense
You circle in the eddy of my eyes
I don't want to be the last thing on your mind (x2)

It don't matter to me who passes me by
It don't matter to me
No

I am fixed to save our souls so fasten to me tight
I'll be forever everything
A bannister that finds you in the night
But in the pocket of my tenancy no common sense applies
Without the means to recompense
You circle in the eddy of my eyes

My lover, my lover, my love (repeats)

I don't want to be the last thing on your mind (x3)