Split up into little duos
Two against the world
Into atomic kin
Don’t have too much fun
Or think
Because unstable orbits
Might give people ideas

Split up into little duos
Two against the world
Into atomic kin
Don’t have too much fun
Or think
Because unstable orbits
Might give people ideas

There’s fog for 20 metres from here From here to screen To midwinter For the chill to draw out this splinter If I could, I would. See? I’m restless But in a wrestle Can’t follow the weather Can’t stay in the metre

Choose your fighter carefully Or you’ll be a well-honed knife That’s in search of fear It was a path You laid out For yourself Well, I’m too old to lose a breast As I fight for respect In the name of a straighter shot