Eye to Eye

We are the spitting image of each other’s scars.

And we have drawn the signs onto our bodies’ walls
And we have borne the weight of having to define
And we have felt the goldrush for somebody’s soul
And we have tried to justify our mute concern
And we have met the smiles of better specimens
And we have worn the sad crown of unlucky starts

We are the spitting image of each other’s scars.

And we have held back love we could have proudly poured
And we have plunged into someone’s random abyss
And we have bared our skin too often to ourselves
And we have lip-synched mysteries, accepted rings
And we have shed in backrooms where we are not seen
And we have tricked our minds into cubistic parts

We are the spitting image of each other’s scars.

And we have paid for trust with our lovely chins
And we have driven our riches into sand
And we have stood at bus stops and in thumping rain
And we have looked in vain for our chiselled names
And we have lost ourselves in ornate question mazes
And we have been ashamed of our wits and arts

Eye to Eye

Time to trace each other’s lips
Time to trace each other’s arms
Time to trace each other’s hips
Time to trace each other’s palms
Time to join each other’s lips
Time to join each other’s arms
Time to join each other’s hips
Time to join each other’s palms

Have I not told you what it means
To have power, real power
It’s not having to explain a thing
For even with our heads turned

We still see eye to eye