Lying in the bath on sunday morning around three
What am i to do? it's not the same
Naked tv screen is dancing lines in front of me
Telepathic; try to stop them playing
And i want to say i want you;
I want to say i'm crazy
I need to say i'm nervous
But can i kiss you again?
Take the bus to work and feel the laugh of bleary glares;
Amazing what i'll wear at 6am
Scuffle across the park and up the supermarket stairs
Starting seems much harder than an end
And i know i am hopeless when it comes to talking
So i better sing it
Can i kiss you again?
Morning tea is chocolate coffee magazine;
Everybody else smokes cigarettes
8 hours a day dribble through themselves
Customers and poetry moments
The night is calling me to dance into the other side
I'll probably end up in the bath once more
I want to go but know the hopes of life will play on me
I'd better sleep until i'm truly free