Betamax magnet
The screen warps with your pelvis
In even tempered waves
Fermented lucid, pregnant dreams
Of holding hands with a cannibal

Reformat reach
Pressing and moaning
They're in our insides
And it tastes like propulsion
Their trails are knotting and knotting
Amounting to something

They play with their hems
Ask if I'd like to sing along

Hey, leather insides
I can't see past today

Toe the tine – throw
Oh, I'm swimming alone
Show me the antidote

They keep telling us we want more and more
But mother is calling us home
Our eyes recreate what they replay
And I've seen things that your tendons
Could never replace

They're in our insides
Yeah, I wanna sing along

Sing along

Toe the line
And we'll wake up on whatever side