Queen of the Hi-Ace - Virus

Sirens make the air coagulate

as we dance silently over the ocean

You and me as king and queen

Over the high end as the panorama builds

We are wheels

Kings and queens

we are ships

Legs and heels

Radiant trips

Causes erections and guilt

As we whip ourselves to sleep

It’s not a she

It’s the queen of the hi — ace

There on the carpet

In my embrace

It’s further

into the woman

It’s the queen with the wise face

It’s the queen of the hi — ace