The Microphones - I Can See the Glowing Core in You

You don't have to hold your tantalizing treasures high from my reach
I can see they're also mine to take
I can follow your sloping spine
To mossy gardens where I can climb your vines
To a giant place, to canopies divine
You sexy, you, your storm could waste my harbor
You could lead my hand wherever
With any grace, I could tickle you
The squinting gaze shows me that's true
That what we do, we can what we want to
Let you believe that I see you
That we can do what we want to
We can let our glowing core burn through
I can see the glowing core in you