WENDLA
Just too unreal, all this
Watching the words fall from my lips
MELCHIOR
Baiting some girl with hypotheses
BOTH
Haven’t you heard the word of your body?
MELCHIOR
Don’t feel a thing, you wish
WENDLA
Grasping at pearls with my fingertips
MELCHIOR
Holding her hand like some little tease
BOTH
Haven’t you heard the word of my wanting?
O, I’m gonna be wounded
O, I’m gonna be your wound
O, I’m gonna bruise you
O, you’re gonna be my bruise
Just too unreal, all this…
WENDLA
Watching his world slip through my fist
MELCHIOR
Playing with her in your fantasies
BOTH
Haven’t you heard the word – how I want you?
O, I’m gonna be wounded
O, I’m gonna be your wound
O, I’m gonna bruise you
O, you’re gonna be my bruise