i can think about it for many
hours but i can`t explain it for many
more all this talking ultimately devours
all my resource for understanding at
this moment of helpless recklessness i
awoke from my crazy dream it was
over and i was sober the grass was
yellow that should have been green
i don`t even need my hands to touch
you and i don`t even need my heart to
feel you i don`t need my arms around
you i just visualize
now all alone and very bored disliking
the feeling of being abhorred it`s too
late and i`m too sorry not for what i`ve
done but for who i am don`t worry
`cause i`m in no hurry every move you
make is so calculated i`ll get through
and so will you we`ve had and we`ll
have our chances