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
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