Tara Marolf - Subject of Desire Lyrics

This is a fight to my grave
I am surging with need
It is pouring from my veins
But once I walk in that door I'll be alright
Light left right
Isn't this alright

God tell us where to go
Send us on a sailboat
With sails that stretch straight to your chin
And tickle with the wind

Torment my hands with your
Subject of desire
Let them wield your weight against my fire
Drip me to stain my skin
Haven't felt so real for a razor edge age

Pass on to your lovely girl
That she will grow with bricks on her feet
In the candy coated world
Where our eyes will finally meet

Chit chat down the hallway
Stepping stones of fools
I know I shouldn't say fools
But all I can see is myself
Changing, growing and dying
In this cubicle - but I won't

Some write for their lover
Some write for their anger
I am writing for my life
To simply somehow save my life

Maybe the last piece of my brain will evaporate
With the steam I blow off here
Take me home