| Lyrics: | Sat in the corner of the Garden Grill, with plastic flowers
on the window sil
No more
miracles, loaves and fished, been so busy with the
washing of the dishes
Reaction
level's much too high - I can do without the stimuli
I'm living way beyong my ways and means,
living in the zone
of the inbetweens
I can see the flashes on the frozen ocean, static
charge of
the cold emotion
Watched on by the distant eyes - watched on by the
silent
hidden spies
But still the warmth flows through me
And I
sense you know me well
No luck, no golden chances
No mitigating circumstances
now
It's only common sense
There are no accidents around here
I
am willing - lay your hands on me
I am ready - lay your hands on me
I believe -
lay your hands on me, over me
Working in gardens, thornless roses, fat men play with
their
garden hoses
Poolside laughter has a cynical bite, sausage speared by the
cocktail satellite
I walk away from from light and sound, down stairways leading
underground
But still the warmth flows through me
And I sense you know me
well
It's only common sense
There are no accidents around here
I
am willing - lay your hands on me
I am ready - lay your hands on me
I believe -
lay your hands on me, over me
over me
Lay your hands on me
Lay
your hands on me
Lay your hands on me, over me |
