Death is on the telephone. I lie and say she isn't home. If only he would make a move instead. He sleeps in her bed. Woah-oh. Sleeps in her bed. Woah-oh.
Finally relax my weary limbs, just lay still. The ceiling undulates, the fault of some strange pill. I see your body in the doorway, so it seems. I must accept my eyes betray these half-dreams.
The [?] is like some new drug. My eyes are shocked but my face is numb. I know just what I'm doing. But what is this that I'm pursuing?. . You say, "Are you okay?".
Before I met you, I had a few who hung around and made me blue. But I was always looking, I was always looking. Weeks and months turned to years, hiding underneath my fears.