Cut cut paste Pays to fish from the Hole I cut in your ceiling While you were sleeping Dreaming of paisley pig in classy digs My hook catches on your lip And I reel you in And as you rise up to my floor The hook impairs our two tongues And thats how we first kiss Its something I still miss You think I've lost my mind Is this blood his or mine? 'Cause when we kiss our scars align As a trail of blood Drips for both our chins You awake in my living room To see it's stained your moccasins You cry out and ask Where you are and who am I And I tell you, I need you But you run and jump back down the hole And thats how we first kiss Its something I still miss