You are a razor blade    You are precision-cut    You are a stare sharp as the tack in my eye?    At rest in my veins    Your pulse in my neck?   As sharp-edged as questions the time I have left    And so you are on my mind      I need a burning stake    I need a piercing dart    I need something as hot as it is sharp    And I need to bleed    I need to burn    I need a sure thing    I need a sure thing    And you are a mystery to me       You are a paper bird    Folded and folded and creased    And bent and shaped from a five dollar bill    It's priceless to me    And never spent    It hangs from a ceiling fan over my bed    And so you are on my mind      I need a burning stake    I need a piercing dart    I need something as hot as it is sharp    And I need to bleed    I need to burn    I need a sure thing    And you are a mystery to me       I'll hang my hopes all at once on a rope    There's a possibility that this is happening to someone who's not me    I'll hold my head    Keep it still and pretend    That these spins and the webs    Are actually desirable      I need a burning stake    I need a piercing dart    I need something as hot as it is sharp    And I need to bleed I need to burn    I need a sure thing    And you are a mystery to me