On the money, with every given gift
Except unable to give the gift of love
Don't know why it had to be
Caught up in the criss-cross-fire of lust
Easier then to buy the artefact, the token
Less pain than the pain of life’s words spoken
To breeze in and breeze right on out again
Easier than the softness of one last soft refrain
Jealous of the sand dunes and the sea
Jeopardised by the shot at one time being free
Rebellious in the dance hall & the kissing tree
Intrepid owner of the visible, sparkle eyes to see
Laid up in the great big bed, music at my side
Lawrence ringing in my head, in memories to hide
Take them all and take again, drill down to the core
Afraid to speak, or more to move those slower steps
Move slowly evermore, towards the chambers floor
