Push Downstairs

Tina lives in Berlin
Her voice so seldom on my machine is here tonight
And I'm on the market
But when I'm on the market
Words move fast and wire
And clouds move thin between us
Like a skin
Like a salty skin for a seed
Of fat circles
Smiling, smiling
Her voice so intentionally smiling
And the clouds between us

These are my intentions
These are my intentions

It's me I've seen you
I've seen you before
I know about you
I've been told about you
You were waiting in the wings
Waiting for me to call
You were waiting in the air where it's thin
Coming through the tiny holes
Your hunger
Coming through the tiny holes
Your finger
Coming through the tiny holes
In the edges of the knives
And the tips of your wings
Are coming through the tiny holes

Pushing, pushing, pushing, push
Pushing, pushing, pushing, push

New girl, the blonde
Carrying something
Carrying me
I'm someone I used to be
A great bastard someone
Rude bastard
Girl
Your cream is pushing, pushing, pushing
Pushed away your body is
Pushing, pushing, pushing
Pushed away coffee for the bomb relief
Carrying some lipstick for the boyfriend blonde
Between the rows of seats
Is professionally poised
Faces are watching her
She's watching the faces watching her

These are my intentions
These are my intentions

Push, push, push, Tina, Tina
Push, push, push, Tina, Tina, Tina