Razor blades sliding quickly down my back … (shipwrecks on the sea) … sliding along singing … suns beating-down on my dirty town … hair-raising stunts make me feel so tired … and this coffee’s got me so damn wired that I don’t sleep … deep footsteps in the ground … stalling all around in my dirty town and you think that I’m joking … think that I’m token … spoken like a true gentlemen there … sitting there with your fair hair … engine running wild and white hot … don’t you know it’s only what you can’t have that you really want … now take my hand don’t you understand that I adore you … feelings we’ve held inside a long … lock (tock?) with a pick coming down (keys with) … try to see this through … hold it now you’re almost there … neighbors knocking on my door … cockroaches crawling across the floor cleaning-up the crumbs that fall from my plate … who could live a life like that … a man with colder shoulders, hearts and parts that seethe with hate … and we shift along on separate paths … castaways sent from shipwrecks sunken under thunderclouds sealing our fate … hold tight the worst has past … fast talkers made short work of long years, tears and sweat … they could not wait.