All or Nothing At All

And the taste of metal
Which our bodies do not like
And the paper sky
And the body up electric--
I’ll have nothing to do
With you or your eyes which
Always asking «do you dare?»
Always asking, and asking
The quick green and the
Cold panting songs
And the words unsaid
And the words unsaid
I’ll have nothing to do
With you or your eyes which
Always asking «do you dare?»
Always asking, and asking