Warm Jets

We all lack, I know
But babe, I’ve got your back, you know?
I made a little pact and it goes under my skull
With all my plans and woes
And the nerves that move my hands and toes
And the nerves that make me nervous
Under my skull
Warm jets, climbing overhead
And out there, I know this and that
I know this and that about love
I know that there’s your body
And mine in tow
We are swimming to the surface
Up from below
And some things give us a scare!
They catch us unawares
Like the beating, saying «yes»
Under my chest
Warm beds, hiding us in them
And out there, I know this and that
I know this and that