When Cushions Were Softer - Moi Caprice

Go for the balls, just go

Go for the balls, make sure he’s wounded

Half of the world will know

How bad it must hurt

A spitting resistance

Within kissing distance

With a dream behind laughter

Of when cushions were softer

You sit by the door as ashtrays get filled

With millions of axes, but no one to kill

You babble non-stop about your vision of hell:

That all pain produced reproduces itself

And then go for the balls, just go

Go for the balls, make sure he’s wounded

Half the world will know

Half of the world will seem astounded

Go for the balls, just go

Make sure that he’s hurt

And still by the fire escape you’d turn

Lose ambition and choose to burn

As through ashes design your curse:

You’re a love song in slow reverse

If your heart bursts in Ferris wheels

And your nerves strain in sunlit fields…

We all have to learn how to heal:

You — the opposite of a shield —

Go for the balls, just go

Go for the balls, make sure he’s wounded

Half of the world will know

Half of the world will seem astounded

Go for the balls, just go

Go for the balls 'til you hear the scream

Then go for your heart, just go

And return to the dream

Of when cushions were softer

(Back in the day)

When cushions were softer

(A long, long time ago)