I see the tiny hairs on your eardrum drumming Huge stalactites, mouth over mine Am I turned on by rapeseed oil? Make me digest better they said A newborn fist for a heart And fishes start from my eyes I am tilled, I am sewn My tongue fur grown My stone dress swims with birds Knitting needle in the hole welding the arm Am I playing along? Dressed as a red indian But I had wanted to be a nurse Hadn't I? Stretching taut over the drum Here I am playing along A newborn fist for a heart And fishes start from my eyes I am tilled, I am sewn My tongue fur grown My stone dress swims with birds My stone dress swims with birds