In a wilderness with you
my tangled little love...
in blond ambivalence
and polar opposites
from sea to shining sea

I'll take my blue scarf and my red knife
and the bracelet which broke
when I got kicked by angry strangers
at the Mexican restaurant... situated
in the middle of a leafy green nowhere

Do you see me? I see you
Do you hear me? I hear you

Ahh... sometimes it's a forced march
sometimes it's a forced march
I feed myself on ether
I feed myself on ether
and ether way... I'm doomed...
to love you this way...
to love you this way...

In a wilderness with you
my tangled little love... a wilderness with you...
my tangled little love
Ohh, blond ambivalence
and polar opposites
from sea to shining sea



Mo Digliani