Every time we make love
I stand with
In my mouth
To get to you I need to cross Dizengoff via Ben Gurion
Nathan Zach through Rabin Square and Iben Gvirol
To turn in to King David and make a right
Ascend the step
Rolling towards the silence of the blossoming stairwell
To the lift that always
Opens like a Mercedes
And drives me directly to the streets of your arms
By the way,
Do you remember my throwing up in your car?
It was from love.