Bursts of vine from the tumbling trees
The best of luck from the crumbling beeswax

Both hands, both hands, both hands
Both hands, both hands, both hands

Both hands on your back pressed
Both knees on the back deck

Now I want something I can taste
I woke with a taste of indifference
Between my teeth, my teeth, my teeth

Both hands, both hands, both hands
Both hands, both hands, both hands

Both hands on your back pressed
Both knees on the back deck