Lay Your Hands On Me

Sat in the corner of the Garden Grill, with plastic flowers

on the window sil

No more miracles, loaves and fishes, been so busy with the

washing of the dishes

Reaction level's much too high - I can do without the stimuli

I'm living way beyond my ways and means, living in the

zone of the inbetweens

I can see the flashes on the frozen ocean, static charge of

the cold emotion

Watched on by the distant eyes - watched on by the silent

hidden spies

But still the warmth flows through me

And I sense you know me well

No luck, no golden chances

No mitigating circumstances now

It's only common sense

There are no accidents around here

I am willing - lay your hands on me

I am ready - lay your hands on me

I believe - lay your hands on me, over me

Working in gardens, thornless roses, fat men play with their

garden hoses

Poolside laughter has a cynical bite, sausage speared by the

cocktail satellite

I walk away from from light and sound, down stairways

leading underground

But still the warmth flows through me

And I sense you know me well

It's only common sense

There are no accidents around here

I am willing - lay your hands on me

I am ready - lay your hands on me

I believe - lay your hands on me, over me

over me

Lay your hands on me

Lay your hands on me

Lay your hands on me, over me