Make up is staining the pillow
I move close closer still and
Still the dream never shifts
A long gone love never threatening
Or I would be letting him
Tug t-shirt and lift
He's crazy and hazy
Off in a daze, it's true
I try not to mind
But inside I'm shouting
What's it about this time?
My head in such such a muddle
Wanting so much to cuddle
Up like cutlery
Two spoons cupped close close together
Listening out at the weather
Hot and bu*tery
He's toothy and goofy
Acting aloof, it's true
I try not to mind
But inside I'm shouting
What's it about this time?
I move to touch his open hand
I wonder if he'll understand
Parallel horizontal
He turns away upon his side
Has our affection run so dry
Parallel horizontal
Make up is staining the pillow
I move close closer still and
Still the dream never shifts
A long gone love never threatening
Or I would be letting him
Tug t-shirt and lift
Lucidly elusive
Sometimes abtruse, it's true
I try not to mind
But inside I'm shouting
What's it about this time?
But inside I'm shouting
What's it about this time?
Doo doo doo . . .
Parallel Horizontal . . .
Parallel . . .