Welcome, take my hand and I'll show you to a place. A spacey place, a place with space. Where there's a vase in a case. And flowers in the vase and my, my, my.
Thursday came, I was tired of the fire engines. Tired of the taxi cabs, tired of the elevators. Tired of the door-man smiling, when I know he wants to.
I've been looking through your window. I've been confiscating your mail. I've been tapping into your phone line. I put bugs inside your molars. . I fantasize my life with you.