Your paintings scratch lines 
of blue and gold you open me up
was folding into myself
a deck of cards 
face down empty on the shelf

your song with emphasis on one and two 
then I couldn't keep time
you took me into a dream 
an exploding soundtrack 
That I treasure as mine
That I treasure as mine

I was bent over my chest 
an invisible line sinking
but then the light of the lamp 
that I held in my blistered hands
you the fuel 
and me the fool for not noticing

this chinese junk we're on
strapping strong, we cast free the lines
let's float here together 
clearly we better slip out to the brine