Lay Your Hands On Me

Sat in the corner of the Garden Grill With The plastic flowers on the windowsill. No more miracles, loaves and fishes 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 beyond my ways and means Living In a zone of the in-betweens. I see the flashes on the frozen ocean The Static charge of 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 'round here I am Willing I am ready I believe Over me Walking in gardens thornless roses Fat men play with their garden hoses Smile laugh has a cynical bite Sausage speared by The cocktail cigarette I walk away 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 round I am Willing I am ready I believe Over Oh baby Lay Your Hands On me lay your Hands Lay your hands on me Oh baby