Side B
The Side Effects of a Good Night of Thinking
My Love is His Name
I'm a living thing of every hue
Inhabiting inside you
In here, I can peer through
The greenish mirrors of a
beautiful man
My Love, is His name. My love understands
I'm a weever fish, buried in the sand
So much hostility
when I feel your hand
Poison needles cutting through your shield
But I should have known your embrace healed