When I fall, I'll aim my feet at you I'll aim my knees, floating through breeze Too dumb to follow a moving target. Still, damn my needs, too meek to follow them
Although I'll never need it It fills in the hole I know
Darkness falls and I'm cruising creek again with a hollow head, a hollow head to boot A pre-Madonna, a pre-Madon' moment: too shy to swallow, yet young enough to gag
They say it builds the bone If I ever stop needing it may I be thrown into the throes of toil
Let my fall, let my fall on you Tame my feet, I'll rope my knees 'round you It ain't my fault, no, it ain't my fault, oh no You broke the whole, you broke the whole, oh you
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