Pressing on the Bruise

how can you live two lives
when both are asking all of you
one, you don't want but wants you back
one, takes your breath in its pursuit

you're aiming for the needle's eye
you're pressing hard against the glass
a pioneer with a pale face
you want her just so bad

so you're all wrapped up in wires
squinting eyes for a way through

it's the longest night of your whole life
no horizon where there is no sky
on the longest night of your whole life
no dawn coming till your longing has a name
till you find a way

your mind is twisting like a snake
looking for just the right command
it starts to whisper to your heart
thoughts of a truly modern man

she's passing notes under the door
you feel her body start to move
it's like she's making up your mind
it's like she's pressing on the bruise

so you're all wrapped up in wires
squinting eyes for a way through

it's the longest night of your whole life
no horizon where there is no sky
on the longest night of your whole life
no dawn coming till your longing has a name
till you find a way

the thing itself seems logical
the execution impossible
the attempt irresponsible
the affect irreversible
if you do it right

the eyes are shutting down
your body spiritless
a sudden blinding flash of light
oh god, here it
oh god, here she is