Sat in the corner of the Garden Grill
With plastic flowers on the window sill
No more miracles, loaves and fishes
Been so busy with the washing of the dishesReaction level's much too high
I can do without the stimuliI'm living way beyond my ways and means
Living in the zone of the in-betweens
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 spiesBut 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 hereI am willing - lay your hands on me
I am ready - lay your hands on me
I believe - lay your hands on me, over meWorking in gardens, thornless roses
Fat men play with their garden hoses
Poolside laughter has a cynical bite
Sausage speared by the cocktail satelliteI 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 hereI 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 meLay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me, over me
