When a subject loves an object In a matrix of power relations The subject manifests a discourse, oh yeah And in the manifesting The subject is manifested And constitutes itself in the discourse, oh yeah And it's so hard To say anything these days It's so hard To say anything, anything these days When an object loves the subject And the subject becomes an object And the object becomes a subject And I get confused I dream of swimming pools at night We don't swim in them, we flow And we don't talk, we show We show, we show, we show And it's so hard To say anything these days It's so hard To say anything, anything these days You say "I'm the world to you" I say "you're my world too" But really it's the other way Around, around I dream of swimming pools at night We're the water but we drown And grammar is only sound It's only sound, it's only sound, it's only sound And it's so hard To say anything these days It's so hard To say anything these days It's so hard To say anything these days It's so hard To say anything, anything these days Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh When a subject loves an object In a matrix of power relations The subject manifests a discourse