I heard they left you at the tar-pits Just another wounded troglodyte Mother said she had high wishes For your seed, and why it might Story was immaculate conception I guess your blood is wiser than A box of grapefruit with no sugar My broken Uncle, and his gin Because you are the citrus I am the ivy I bend as the willow You snap like an oaktree You are the saltweed I am the grape vine of pure misery You are the citrus I am the ivy They said you gave up on the long dance and that your song had gone a-stray Now you're selling empty soup cans and saying everything's okay? A pack of dogs has found your shadow that's why you cannot tie your shoes The fear of no teeth is sheer terror and why you must protect your muse Because you are the citrus I am the ivy I bend as the willow You snap like an oaktree You are the saltweed I am the grape vine of pure misery You are the citrus I am the ivy Out through the storm waves Under the new moon Bled by an old thorn I wish i could love you