RES NON VERBA.

                                                                   Do you know where the wild things go
                                                                      They go along to take your honey
                                                                    Break down, now sleep, build up, breakfast

Now let’s eat, my love

She bruises, coughs, she splutters

Pistol shots hold her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks

She’s morphine, queen of my vaccine, my love...

Muscle to muscle and toe to toe

The fear has gripped me, but here I go

My heart sinks as I jump up

Your hand grips hand as my eyes shut

She may contain the urge to runaway

But hold her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks

Germoline disinfect the scene, my love...