Here's someone now who's got the muscle. His steady hand could move a mountain. Expert in bed, but come on now. There must be something missing. That golden one leads a double life.
The odd times we slip. And slither down the dark hall. Fingers point from old windows. An eerie shadow falls. . Walking on the spot. To show that I'm alive.
You call me up, I'll say a few words. But I'll try not to speak too long. Please to be kind and I'll try to explain. I'll probably get it all wrong. .