His tash lined a stern upper
Under which his glasses studied
Nine by nine numbered lines
Through the scope of my low lit pane
He caught her naked
Powerless with her pale face
One half hour verve
He gazed into her
His porridge order bordered
A lonely Irish tone
His styptic looked immaculate
In a fog when her fever broke
She resumed to the dark
The crude view couldn’t face it
One half hour verve
He gazed into her
One half hour verve
Revolving the earth
One step out of time
One step at a time
One step out of line
Ooh ohh ooh
One step out of time
One step at a time
One step out of line
Ooh ohh ooh
One step out of time
One step at a time
One step out of line
One half hour verve
He gazed into her
One half hour verve
Revolving the earth