The Torso
HIS NAME IS ALIVE
It whispers the sweet things
It says the sweetest things
It takes you by the wrist
Twists your arms behind your back
The storm in your eye
Suggests an inner calm
Soul sleeps soul snakes
Soul sleeps and soul snakes
The blood from her neck
Frames her head like a halo
Pony tail hangin down
I've got you upside down
Washed up on the beach
You were wet
You were drowned
Memory believes before knowing remembers
Memory believes longer than recollects
Longer than knowing even wonders