Ride - 2:54

FIRST

SHOULD I FOLLOW YOU THERE

LOST IN A DARK STARE

SHOULD I CHASE IT THERE

HERE

THE RAGGED SAILS TORN

AS THE ROOM COMES UNDONE

YOUR CROOKED HIP

POINTED TONGUE

IT’S ALL A RIDE

TWIST

TO COVER THE SIGHT

ALL LIMBS IN A PLAY-FIGHT

TWITCHING FLICKERING

WAVES

THEY COME EASILY

IT’S IN YOU

IT’S IN ME

SEPARATING SEAMS

IT’S ALL A RIDE

I COULD TURN THE HANDS

I COULD CHANGE IT

I COULD PUT YOU BACK

WHERE I FOUND YOU