Earth Turner

All my thoughts, I don’t know why…
The feeling of the truth and a memory that lies
Earth Turner, I used to believe
That everything I felt was living true as life can be
Ecstatic love has come for me
You should write your name on my forearm
Sometimes I don’t think about sex or anything
Then I get confused about…
And it’s awful vexing
To me nothing’s as constant as fantasy
So I get into my acting
Sometimes I feel like a deaf woman dancing
Ecstatic love has come for me