There's a crawling sensation 

An Astral vibration 

That's sucking me into your sight 

I can tell by your hair In the juniper chair 

And the piraty twist of your mouth 

I've constructed your frame In a plasticine game 

And your eyes are the sweets of my youth 

But I'm naked and bare in the ice of your stare 

And I'm useless at telling the truth 

So I hide with my head in the tent of the bed 

And my body is sucked through your eyes 

Then I quiver and shiver and start to deliver the goods 

Then I vanish in size.