Texty: Tori Amos. To Venus And Back. Bliss.

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Father, I killed my monkey I let it out to taste the sweet of Spring.
Wonder if I will wonder out, test my tether to see if I'm still free from you.

Steady as it comes right down to you. I said it all...
So maybe we're a bliss of another kind. I said a bliss of another kind, I said.


Lately I'm into circuitry, what it means to be made of you but not enough for you.
And I wonder if you can bilocate, is that what I taste, your supernova juice?
You know it's true- I'm part of you.


Steady as it comes right down to you. I said it all...
So maybe we're a bliss of another kind.
I said steady as it comes right down to you. I said it all...
So maybe you're a four-horse engine with a power drive.
I said, a hot kachina who wants into mine.
I said, take it, take it with your ter-a-terracide.
And I said, steady as it comes right down to you. I said it all...
So maybe we're a bliss of another kind,
I said a bliss of another kind, I said a bliss of another kind.
I said a bliss of, a bliss of, a bliss of another kind.