Matt Bayles - Time For Tenderness lyrics

When I awoke I lay tied to a foreign bed Inside a house Sown out of human flesh A palace of skin graft architecture Oh desolation! I can't stand to f** these walls Desolation! I can't stand to s** these halls But how do I sleep when the skin I stroke underneath The sheets is mannequin plastique? And I wonder where the girl Who slept beside me has gone When the faces in the photos Stare with gla** eyed mystique? Tick, tick, tick, tock I watch the clock for tenderness