Through the fish eyed

lens of tear stained eyes

I can barely define the

shape of this moment in time

And far from flying high

in clear blue skies

I'm spiralling down to the hole

in the ground where I hide.

If you negotiate the

minefield in the drive

And beat the dogs and cheat

the cold electronic eyes

And if you make it past

the shotgun in the hall,

Dial the combination,

open the priesthole

And if I'm in I'll tell you

what's behind the wall.

There's a kid who had

a big hallucination

Making love to girls in magazines.

He wonders if you're sleeping

with your new found faith.

Could anybody love him

Or is it just a crazy dream?

And if I show you my dark side

Will you still hold me tonight?

And if I open my heart to you

And show you my weak side

What would you do?

Would you sell your

story to Rolling Stone?

Would you take the children away

And leave me alone?

And smile in reassurance

As you whisper down the phone?

Would you send me packing?

Or would you take me home?

Instrumental

Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,

Thought I oughta tear the curtain down.

I held the blade in trembling hands

Prepared to make it but

just then the phone rang

I never had the nerve

to make the final cut