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