Around & Around

I turn around
Before I wake
I pull the words out my mouth

Around, around crawls the baby on its knees
With a picture in its mouth of a round faced man
Press myself to the plexi plastic wall
With the fingers of my hand going round, round, round

It's like a dream
Caused by a bee
Flying around a pomegranate
And if I sleep I am still awake
Cause on these rocks it is cold, cold, cold

Around, around crawls the baby on its knees
With a picture in its mouth of a round faced man
I press myself to the plexi plastic wall
With the fingers of my hand going round, round

Round
I can see you
I can see you

I tear my heart
I burn my nose
I scratch my nails on this picture of me
I ask myself

Was that enough?
What is your name?
What is your name?

Around, around crawls the baby on its knees
With a picture in its mouth of a round faced man
I press myself to the plex plastic wall
With the fingers of my hand going round, round

Round
I can see you
I can see you