you burned holes where my eyes had been

the nagual doesn’t have to be the desert

we had it in our hands not knowing anyone

could fall down that vortex and the gravity

of the thing could easily crush diamonds

into the sound of a piano i was the guy who

could play jukebox from inside your redbrick

ass like cutting limes for the drinks tonight

drinking tequila in the dark where the

disbelief of your tongue inside my throat

whispers no one comes here to dance do

you know what i mean do you know

what i mean if you give me a chance you’d

see what i see you’d see what i see