Love Hate Relationship, Vol II: Philiaphobia · Track 11 · middle
Every Inch They Know
MIRROR — Insects on skin: Formicophilia (tingling worship, 'they know every inch') vs Entomophobia ('it's in my hair').
Lyrics
[Intro] A shiver is just a thrill in a hurry. [Verse 1] A delicate parade across the collarbone, Tracing out a territory I thought I owned. It’s a featherweight devotion, light upon the skin, Waiting for the quiet little invasion to begin. They don't miss a freckle, they don't rush the pace, A thousand tiny kisses wandering my face. [Chorus] Oh, they map me out, they take their time, A hundred little footsteps moving in a line. It’s a shivering surrender to the undertow, I am an open country, and every inch they know. Yeah, every inch they know. [Verse 2] At a Route 9 motel, the neon starts to hum, The tapping on the window beating like a drum. I revel in the worship, the kingdom of the small, But suddenly the feeling’s crawling up the wall. A solitary scout is charming as can be, But what happens when he brings his whole family? [Chorus] Oh, they map me out, they take their time, A hundred little footsteps moving in a line. It’s a shivering surrender to the undertow, I am an open country, and every inch they know. Yeah, every inch they know. [Bridge] The boundary between a tickle and a fright, Is just a matter of the shadows in the night. I love to be discovered, I love to be explored, But when the numbers multiply, I’m backing toward the door. The electric slide of something caught inside my hair, Makes me wonder if I really want them there. [Outro] I'm trembling in the center of the swarm, Trying to decide if I am terrified... Or just unusually warm. Every inch. Every single inch.