Midnight Oil

There's still the matter of the chatter
The splatter of that night
A cloud of clemency and fate
As your dreams are splayed

Breath, breathe, whisper, scream
Ec-sta-sy and mystery
The throbbing pulse within your chest
Is enough to make me heave

I can taste him on you, my dear
Can you taste her sweat?
The passions you have ripped from him
The drinker's alphabet

Had you and I and her and him
Well, if we had worked out
My mind is zooming with the thought
Of how I hate your frown.

Born, dead, or something else
The clock is ticking!
Had you heard the dulcimer
No? I must be crazy.