Oh, they're touching,
they're touching each other, they're feeling.
They push and move,
and love each other, love each other.
They fit together, like two hands, two hands.
I am a face,
in the painting on the wall
I pose and shudder,
and watch from the foot of the bed.
Sometimes I think I can feel everything.
A wind is blowing,
My hair in their direction.
A wind is bending my hair,
There are no windows in the painting.
No open windows, no open windows, noooooooooooo.
They're touching,
they're touching each other.
They push and move and,
they love each other, they love each other.
They fit together like two hands, two hands,
two hands, two hands.