Carry me to your blue bed. My memory was not serving me so correctly (I walked in and kissed the wrong one.) Is that what I want or is that what I am? I respect you! (I inspect you.) I respect you! I respect you! Carry me to your blue bed. Watching you move is like sensing The scheme of things pushing apart at the seams. Your gesture is knocking a hole in the air! You perceive me. You receive me. You retrieve me. You reprieve me. Carry me to your blue bed. Rushing up to meet me... Knocking a hole I walked in and kissed Is that what I want! Sensing the scheme Watching you move I should know better. I calculate, the buildings change and there I go again Emerging from the underground not knowing where I am A verdant park of small proportions underneath the sky The turtles' eggs, the dancing suns, the things I can't explain Mating monkeys filled the trees thus breaking all the rules The music that we danced to wasn't anything like this.