Oh, baby
You're too pure
You're too pure for this wicked world
Your data's uncorrupted
But does something skip inside you?
That's what takes up time in your life
Add the sum of the slights
Sooner or later, love comes inside you
Gets behind you
Takes you under its wing
Is it some kind of function?
A reconstruction of where you've always been?
Sense-memory
That's so passe
Is that what passes for vision these days?
I engineer no strangeness
I don't have that modern streak
What fills up the space in your life?
Does the sum of the slights hurt?
I said time can't hurt you
I can't be bothered to get you alone in this world
You can do it yourself
But make your ends known to your means and your lovers
Drop your guard
Get over yourself
Kick your shoes to the floor, and run from your cover
Run to the other side of your head, and I'll stand right by you