Count Us In

we are living
badly breathing

in a time of fine exhibits

we are humping the firewagon
for a finger in a glass of water

just to catch our breath

in a time of fine exhibits
losing words for progress
gaze upon savior
your plastic deals and silver walls

make it happen

you are driving
an invisible woman
home from the grave
and she is hot on the trail
of your lover
but you can't hit her
you can't touch her

so say goodnight...