Not
Not all limbs have erections
Sometimes even you have to decide

Which is up
And which is down
Which travels
And which is stationary
Which travels to stations
And which travels aimlessly

And whether desire
Can perhaps best be described
As a train running
Into a tunnel

Take, take, take your platform hands
And rub, I say,
Between train tracks

Not all limbs have erections
Sometimes, sometimes
Even you have to decide

Which is up
And which is down
Which travels
And which is stationary
Which travels to stations
And which travels aimlessly

And whether desire
Can perhaps best be described
As a train running, train running
Into a tunnel

Take, take, take your platform hands
And rub

There is a light
Do you see it?
It shines through the hole
Through your home
How did I get here?
To the land

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Portrait of the Young Girl as an Artist song meanings
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