on the window sil
No more miracles, loaves and fished, 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 beyong 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