Strongest tasteLoudest dropHead is filledThe thought, unlockedYou'd be thirteenI'd be thirty-fiveGone to find a place for us to hideBe together but aloneAs the need for it has grownA cave or a shedA car or a bedA hole in the groundOr a burial moundA bush or a treeOr the aegean sea will do for meFor you i found a ventIn the bottom of a coal mineJust enough space for your hands in the insideIf you goDo let me knowA den or a dessertPerhaps an ink squirtA cellar, a wishing well, a warOr a guarantee will do for meFor you i found a cellOn the top floor of a prisonJust enough space for you to fit your feet inIf you goPlease let me know
