Warm - Vic Chesnutt

Warm, the body is warm

The muscles twitch

The posture compensates

And cold, the arrow is cold

The friction warms nothing

But the point is pure

The wound it is secure

Trial by error

Follow a sun

And the one we have will do

What is the message on those gamma rays

That are a-penetrating you?

Do they say that the end

It is a-coming soon?

Or do they say forget the sun

Worship the moon?

But whatever it is our pinhole prespective

Cannot a-translate sufficiently

But any way, A or B

You know, it’s alright with me

But any way, A or B

You know, it’s alright with me