Odes to Joy

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.
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