Two people touching lips
hands on each other's hips
nothing else in the world but one another
the 42nd floor
on a distant shore
I wonder how we've strayed so far from this
remember when we were
just flesh and bone, you sir
may have forgotten how good your world can be
so put down your hollow tips
and kiss your lovers lips
and know that fate is what we make of it

I read the news today
and everything they say
just makes me want to stay inside and hibernate
but the better part of me knows
that waiting in the throws
is on a par with reading with my eyes closed
"what can I do?" you say
it's just another day
in the life of apes with ego trips
put down your hollow tips
and kiss your lover's lips
and learn that fate is what we make of it