The Torso - His Name Is Alive

It whispers the sweet things

It says the sweetest things

It takes you by the wrist

Twists your arms behind your back

The storm in your eye

Suggests an inner calm

Soul sleeps soul snakes

Soul sleeps and soul snakes

The blood from her neck

Frames her head like a halo

Pony tail hangin down

I’ve got you upside down

Washed up on the beach

You were wet

You were drowned

Memory believes before knowing remembers

Memory believes longer than recollects

Longer than knowing even wonders