hours but i can't explain it for many
 more all this talking ultimately devours
 all my resource for understanding at
 this moment of helpless recklessness i
 awoke from my crazy dream it was
 over and i was sober the grass was
 yellow that should have been green

 i don't even need my hands to touch
 you and i don't even need my heart to
 feel you i don't need my arms around
 you i just visualize

 now all alone and very bored disliking
 the feeling of being abhorred it's too
 late and i'm too sorry not for what i've
 done but for who i am don't worry
 'cause i'm in no hurry every move you
 make is so calculated i'll get through
 and so will you we've had and we'll
 have our chances