We thought we knew everything about love
And then there you are, slip of a woman
Like shot from a blowpipe
Even the sky has a different glow
Men keep chasing that time
That's been racing forever
Hanging on my neck like a vine
Like the reed of the blowpipe
The sky's split open in places
It changes everything inside
It changes everything around
Gone are the mornings with stalled eyelids
I've almost lost my own head
No need to make long speeches
It changes everything inside
It changes everything around
Just never drift
Farther than a blowpipe shot
I've almost lost my own head
So there you are, slip of a woman
Like shot from a blowpipe
The sky's split open in places