Sat in the corner of the garden grill

With plastic flowers on the window still

No more miracles

Loaves and fishes

Been so busy with the washing of the dishes

Reaction levels much too high

I can do without the stimuli

I'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 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 around here

I am willing

Lay your hands on me

I am ready

Lay your hands on me

I believe

Lay your hands on me

Over me

Working in gardens

Thornless roses

Fat men play with their garden hoses

Poolside laughter has a cynical bite

Sausage speared by the cocktail satellite

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 around here

I 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 me

Lay your hands on me

Lay your hands on me

Lay your hands on me

Over me

Lay your hands on me

Lay your hands on me

Lay your hands on me

Lay your hands on me

Over me

Lay your hands on me

Over me

Lay your hands on me

Over me

Lay your hands on me

Over me

Lay your hands on me

Over me

Lay your hands on me

Over me

Lay your hands on me

Over me

Lay your hands on me