From the recording Monarcana
Lyrics
today i long for nothing
but the deep, ambrosial kisses
that spring only to existence
in the instances your lips come into knowing mine
shine like a parlor trick on a sunday afternoon
i cannot believe i have become bad for you
and i said, ‘oh, you beauty—
no i cannot bear you
i half wish to tend to you
i half want to tear you
no no no no no no no no no
i don’t mean i want to hurt you
i just want to love you all the way
all the way
ohhh...