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 shotguns
in the hall
Dial the combination
Open the priest hole
And if I'm in
I'll tell you
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?
Thought I had to
bare my
naked feelings
Thought I had to
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