Falling behind, wasting away I don't mind, I've got nothing to say Taking my time, making it last I'm good at going nowhere fast
As luck would have it I'm on a waiting list For a near escape In the impending mist
I save my breath And shake my hips For the writhing angel With the sultry lips
Freudian slips the specter devises Sensual shivers and carnal surprises The vagary grips, my temperature rises I slink and turn tail like a cowardly miser
I play it safe and keep aloof Is it want of faith or lack of proof I'm overwhelmed by bliss and grief And how the moment is oh so brief
