Derek Simpson - XING

Bushy tail
Waitin' for the signal
No, I don't belong to no club
Walkin' on ice, walkin' to the edge of the Earth
You do the walkabout, too
No, you don't belong to nobody
Slowly, we turn, slowly, we become spilled beans
You play Jack and I'll be your Jane
Just clay in the mirror
Stripped of my me in the woozy afternoon
The girl is a natural man
Said, the girl is a natural
Some draw the lines, we see the lies in crossin'

(Crossin')
(Crossin')
Some draw the lines, we've seen it all in crossin'

Bright eye
Locked in on the signal
No, I don't belong to no cult
Walkin' off road, walkin' to the edge of the skull
You walk wherever you want
No, you don't belong to nothin', nothin', nothin'
Sure as we kiss, surely, we become spilled milk
Dancin' with your dirty skeleton
I'll swallow your hair
Strippin' you down low in the blond summer
Flames eat my haunted room
Too hot to not drip
All of our sweetest things when we're crossin'

~~~♫♫♫~~~

Ooh, when we're crossin'
What could be crossin' your mind?
We're only crossin' a street
We're always crossin' our lines