The body is a stairway of skin
You open the door I let you in
Carry your story through the thick and thin
I feel the angels dancing on a pin
They dance
The body is a book of matches
A little fire is required of this kindling flame
Ohio Blue Tip Strike Anywhere
Strike me Anywhere
Strike me
The body is a hallway of mirrors
You have to jump and a net will appear
You can see there are so many of us here
Breaking is the one thing we all fear
Breaking is the one thing
Break it down
(Break me down like the quiet part of a song
I assure you this won’t take that long)
The body is an apple on a tree
The body is an apple on the very first tree
Ripe round forbidden
Ripe round
Shake it down
