I can think about it for many
Hours but i can't explain it for many
More all this talking ultimately devours
All my resource for understanding at
This moment of helpless recklessness i
Awoke from my crazy dream it was
Over and i was sober the grass was
Yellow that should have been green

I don't even need my hands to touch
You and i don't even need my heart to
Feel you i don't need my arms around
You i just visualize

Now all alone and very bored disliking
The feeling of being abhorred it's too
Late and i'm too sorry not for what i've
Done but for who i am don't worry
'cause i'm in no hurry every move you
Make is so calculated i'll get through
And so will you we've had and we'll
Have our chances