Blankets and beds
I'm still for you
Hypnotized by a headlight
Your headlight
And I don't move
And I can't move
A well lit collision
You take blood and bone
As a condition for soft lighted love
And I don't move
And I can't move
Now in beds I run
My hands critique
Hypnotized by a lack of love
And I don't move
And I can't move
And I won't move