There Is Rust In My Mouth,the Stain

The Marriage Twists, Holds Firm, A Sailor's Knot.

Now, In My Middle Age, About Nineteen In The Head I'd Say, I Am Rowing, I Am Rowing.

Oh, Darling, Let Your Body In, Let It Tie You In, In Comfort.

Love Your Self's Self Where It Lives.

Meanwhile In My Head, I’m Undergoing Open-heart Surgery.