The Horse You Ride

Artichokes, with oily hearts
Lying on my kitchen floor
and I agree, with you I eat
this time round it sounds so chore

By and by, on your side
Picking up the phone

(Okay, hm..)
Alphabets that make no sense
Coming from each other's lips
And now we try, despite our lies
Purchases of chains and whips

By and by, on your side
Picking up the phone
By and by, on your side
Picking up the phone

All around here
All around here
All around here
All around here