through the fish eyed lens
of tear stained eyes
i can barely define the shape
of this moment in time
and far from flying high
in clear blue skies
i'm spiralling down
to the hole in the ground
where i hide
if you negotiate the minefield
in the drive
and beat the dogs and cheat
the cold electronic eyes
and if you make it past
the shotgun in the hall
dial the combination
open the priesthole
and if i'm in i'll tell you
there's a kid
who had a big hallucination
making love to girls
in magazines
he wonders if you're sleeping
with your new found faith
could anybody love him
or is it just a crazy dream
and if i show you my dark side
will you still hold me tonight
and if i open my heart to you
and show you my weak side
what would you do
would you sell your story
to rolling stone
would you take
the children away
and leave me alone
and smile in reassurance
as you whisper down the phone
would you send me packing
or would you take me home
thought i oughta bare
my naked feelings
thought i oughta tear
the curtain down
i held the blade
in trembling hands
prepared to make it but
just then the phone rang
i never had the nerve
to make the final cut
