Every time, Katie, I dream of your bed I wake up with aches I never knew before Every time, Katie, we stir up the dead I want you just a little bit more Thought I heard you say my name Thought I heard it faintly Every time, Katie, I'm hanging by a thread Which seems to be quite often lately Every time, Katie, I drive to your house I get lost in your neighborhood Every time, Katie, the fire gets doused I run off to gather more wood Sometimes I think that there's no point In wondering what could be Every time, Katie, you wear that blouse Hanging fruit on a poisonous tree Please don't tell me it's not going to happen Please don't tell me to believe in fate (I'm not trying to tell you anything) (But sometimes all is lost the moment you hesitate) Every time, Katie, I look in your eyes I feel the slithering cold worm of doubt Every time, Katie, we're about to try I feel paralyzed throughout Everything loose becomes magnetized Everything light feels weighty Every time, Katie, the path opens up Why must we fill it with debris? Every time, Katie, I rise up to the world I face its inscrutable will Every time, Katie, your white flag unfurls My kicking heart momentarily stills But then I see it's not a flag Just a sheet on a clothesline flailing Every time, Katie, the milk's about to spoil I wonder why the hell are we waiting