I'm in a quiet crisis
You're just not listening
Head turned away like an unwanted christning
And back in the bedroom it's always the same
Searching eachother's eyes for traces of sin consummation, liquor and something that'll give

Straighten the curtain so the light goes dim

Nights when I lie in bed like a patient strapped down under sheets in dark isolation
Concerned me; shouldn't I be having the best sex of my life? Instead of closing my eyes
And I know that I want it though my body lies still
Like unexploded ordinates on an abandoned hill

There's only so far I can go on alone before turning back shakily and searching for home
Or maybe I'm scared of the kids going home together cuz fucking all day makes them feel better

And I know that I want it though my body lies still
Like unexploded ordinates on an abandoned hill
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Haven't I paid my dues
Work everyday in a windowless room
Can't seem to cut myself loose
Hoping my eyes will close pretty soon

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