Lyrics:

In between the torn bedsheets
Of rumor and suggestion
In between your face and mine
Small diagrams
I stop for a tiny paper cup
Once for wine
And jaws that shut
Should've washed teeth
We bored it out
Fall from our breasts
On the dancefloor door
Would your stride force my mind?
Stationary bikes line the beach front
The digested animal
Hold your mother, dance through the kitchen
Two weeks and it's so cute