All or Nothing At All

And the taste of metal

Which our bodies do not like,

And the paper sky,

And the body up electric--

I'll have nothing to do

With you or your eyes which

Always asking "do you dare?"

Always asking, and asking.

The quick green and the

Cold panting songs,

And the words unsaid,

And the words unsaid.

I'll have nothing to do

With you or your eyes which

Always asking "do you dare?"

Always asking, and asking.