The knocks on my door
Yes, I've heard them before
But I ain't got the nerve to refuse again

You came to me smilin'
Been slippin' and slidin'
But you know too well I'm your lovin' man

But I guess you don't know
It's the love of a victim

Nevertheless
You go on and you press me
To do all the things that you want me to

You once were my harbour
Said you liked my armour
Don't blame me for what I've been going through

I guess you don't know
It's the love of a victim

Yes, you're right
Now I only wake up at night
And you are next to me

Cold as ice
You should always have been the guide
To the source of ecstacy



(c) P. Koopman