this room.

these dalmatian walls with their decades of water stains
dents from old chairs and the chips in the leaded paint
the wall paper's peeling, there are more layers underneath
they're all stuck together like the pages from a dirty magazine

the light is fluorescent that grazes our skin
there's nothing to eat, we're so tired and thin
the floor is too cold for feet but is better than the carpeting
scratching and gnawing through the holes in our hosiery

chorus:
red wine, look away. tell it fast.
disclosure- enclosed epitaph.
your hands, your chest, telegraph
your hunger, yearning broadcast.

I've kept this heart in a quarantine
let the ego do its selfish polishing
til it regained its former glimmering
i've consented it to being rereleased

chorus

you and i defining what this is
we're personality alchemists
in this chamber with nothing else
is there an us or are we by ourselves

you and i defining what this is
we're personality alchemists
in this chamber with nothing else
is there an us or are we by ourselves

chorus