How Your Heart Is Wired

My tongue is scaling the North face of your neck

and we're glaring like warriors

but I've a feeling you won't look at me that way

in the morning

Cos lately you seem less sur of this thing

You're like Bambi on ice

and there's something in the flash of your arms

A certain longing

Kick the can I can see you now

behind that temper and ire

Mr.Wolf knows what time it is

He says it's dinner time

I don't know what you're carrying

or how your heart is wired

but there's a dangerous ticking

I'll cut the red one

No, the blue one

Raking over the embers and what I come across?

Raking over the embers and what I come across?

Is that you, combing your hair?

Is that me, eating an egg?

And are we there?

Like John Boy said

My tongue is scaling the North face of your neck

and we're glaring like warriors

But I've a feeling you won't looka t me in that way

in the morning

Is this how it goes in these final throes?