Tied up in tight ropes With a purple bow on top Like asleep I fall into this I fall for this Held down knees on the wrists And this is What I want them to do Like asleep we fall into this We fall for this And I know what I sound like Please keep in mind I am still asleep But if the private is political I'm looking for the fire door In me to leave It's a flesh force It's a ridden horse All rearing up All caving in Limbs are dancing Quivering Deliciously Held down Ropes around her feet And this is just the right thing for me Like asleep we fall into this We fall for this We could leave traces in the sand here All over the place If the flesh on our bones would celebrate The given time today And I know what I sound like Please keep in mind I am still asleep But if the private is political I'm looking for the fire door In me to leave