poem by Dan Arnold of A Static Lullaby ... Of course I hear you! You're the taste upon my lips when I wake. Sometimes you're the only faith I have. Searching...always searching for more. I'm enslaved by you, but you make me feel as free as can be I want to touch you. I'll catch your scent on the air and my feet don't stop, they can't stop! We must keep dancing in your name!MUSIC The only air I breathe.