In the space between two songs, each leaking From a different room of which you are in neither, From opposite sides of the kitchen as you wait for the water to boil - At the edge of two thoughts, each absurd and wrong, Flying between timezones in the vessel, in the flesh, In the rush of blood from heart to head, in the rush between the words.

In the space between two songs, each leaking From a different room of which you are in neither, From opposite sides of the kitchen as you wait for the water to boil - At the edge of two thoughts, each absurd and wrong, Flying between timezones in the vessel, in the flesh, In the rush of blood from heart to head, the rush between the words.