I'm in a quiet crisis
You're just not listening
Head turned away like an unwanted christning
And back in the bedroom it's always the same
Searching eachother's eyes for traces of sin consummation, liquor and something that'll give
Straighten the curtain so the light goes dim
Nights when I lie in bed like a patient strapped down under sheets in dark isolation
Concerned me; shouldn't I be having the best s** of my life? Instead of closing my eyes
And I know that I want it though my body lies still
Like unexploded ordinates on an abandoned hill
There's only so far I can go on alone before turning back shakily and searching for home
Or maybe I'm scared of the kids going home together cuz f**ing all day makes them feel better
And I know that I want it though my body lies still
Like unexploded ordinates on an abandoned hill
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Haven't I paid my dues
Work everyday in a windowless room
Can't seem to cut myself loose
Hoping my eyes will close pretty soon