Traces in the Sand - Me And My Drummer

Tied up in tight ropes

With a purple bow on top

Like asleep i fall into this

I fall for this

Held down knees on the wrists

And this is

What i want them to do

Like asleep we fall into this

We fall for this

And i know what i sound like

Please keep in mind

I am still asleep

But if the private is political

I’m looking for the fire door

In me to leave

It’s a flesh force

It’s a ridden horse

All rearing up

All caving in

Limbs are dancing

Quivering

Deliciously

Held down

Ropes around her feet

And this is just the right thing for me

Like asleep we fall into this

We fall for this

We could leave traces in the sand here

All over the place

If the flesh on our bones would celebrate

The given time today

And i know what i sound like

Please keep in mind

I am still asleep

But if the private is political

I’m looking for the fire door

In me to leave