carving a candle in your idle time
rough and profane pocked figurine
the curls of wax collect in your arm hair
clinging to your beauty, just like me

when our time of rest is over
that’s when the urge takes over

resting your flank on butcher’s paper
visions of a martyr in spots of blood
a Turin Christ is left by your contour
a pool of sweat on a pillow cover

when our time of rest is over
that’s when the urge takes over

am i in danger?
am i in danger?

we get on like a house on fire
you get up so damn fast and it’s pretty scary
but we get off when the house is on fire
and flames gallop over our feather down prairie

when our time of rest is over
that’s when the urge takes over

Written and produced by Jacqui
Drums performed by edb
Mastered by Adam Boose at Cauliflower Audio