Tapped

Drunk on palm burning lips shaking hands sweat

In Margao we are tipped and tamed with fifths

And wet and waiting we're all alone but together

I spilled I slept

I went under

I slurred and I wished

I tumbled troubled and pretended to be someone else

In Margao we are tipped and tamed

With fifths and wet and waiting

We're all alone but together

Drunk on palm with burning lips your shaking hands

And beads of sweat wander to your mouth

Salty and hot

I spilled and I slept

I went under and pretended

I slid and I missed

I tumbled troubled and pretended

In Margao we are tipped and tamed

With fifths and wet and waiting

We're all alone but together

Drunk on palm with burning lips your shaking hands

And beads of sweat wander to your mouth

Salty and hot trembling and taut

A peg a cutting a lifeline make due with any reason

A cutting a lifeline make due with any reason

A cutting a lifeline make due with any reason

A cutting a lifeline make due with any reason

Escape our own attention we sleep all limbs asleep

Any reason

Burning lips tamed with fifths shuddered