I’ve been reading
Mathematics to
A man I know

And he’s listening, listening
To you talking, talking

Listening, listening
To you talking

And sometimes the numbers dance in his head
And make music

She’s been reading mathematics to
A man like you

And he’s listening, listening
To you talking, talking

Listening, listening
To you talking

And sometimes the numbers dance in his head
And make music

They make music…

Don’t want to hang with the big boys
But then again who does

I’ve been reading
Mathematics to
A man I know

And he’s listening, listening
To you talking, talking
Listening, listening
To you talking

And sometimes
the numbers dance in his head
and make music



She’s been reading
Mathematics
Endlessly
To a man like me

And he’s listening, listening
To you talking, talking
Listening, listening
To you talking

And sometimes the numbers dance in his head and make music
They make music…

And he’s watching, watching
As you’re reading, reading
And sometimes he can just make out
A slip of satin under the dress you’re wearing

And he’s watching, watching
As your reading, reading
And he’s listening, listening
To the rhythm of your breathing

And sometimes he can feel
The texture of your skin
Under the dress
You should be wearing

Ssssssssshhh
Ssssssssshhh

Is this love a projection of
The things that I’ve been thinking of
Velocity of you and me guided to infinity
All is action and reaction
Thinking of some vulgar fraction
With sinful closed curves

Is this love a projection of
The things that I’ve been dreaming of
Velocity of you and me
Accelerate to infinity
All is action and reaction
Thinking of a vulgar fraction
Venn diagrams of who I am

In your sinful closed curves.


© T.Zaldua/T.Zundel 2001