Lost Positions

The fingernail in your bubblegum
The Charlie-horse that steals you from your favorite dream
There will always be an Eden just over there
The backwards call of the falconer
I want it to be done
There will be a tougher kind of luck
There will be the morning that takes you for a run
I want it to be done
There will always be an Eden just over there
The backwards call of the falconer
I want it to be done
There will always be one more dick to suck
There will be the cat who caught your tongue
I want it to be done
They are the snakes that lick your ears clean
It is your family that won’t believe
It to be done, I want it to be done
I want it to beat on, I want it to be done