His ageing hand patrols his face
All over now, put back in place
By mutual decision

Her aching head controls her ways
All below ground, not in good taste
By mutual decision

Mutual Decision

White sheet suspended in my room
White noise slipping out of you
Would you be offended if I look
Would you be offended

Bright boy spinning out of view
Bright points standing out to you
You've befriended something new
You'd been threatening

Would you be offended if I lose
Would you be offended

The Substitutions