I'm in a quiet crisis You're just not listening Head turned away like an unwanted christning And back in the bedroom it's always the same Searching eachother's eyes for traces of sin consummation, liquor and something that'll give Straighten the curtain so the light goes dim Nights when I lie in bed like a patient strapped down under sheets in dark isolation Concerned me; shouldn't I be having the best sex of my life? Instead of closing my eyes And I know that I want it though my body lies still Like unexploded ordinates on an abandoned hill There's only so far I can go on alone before turning back shakily and searching for home Or maybe I'm scared of the kids going home together cuz fucking all day makes them feel better And I know that I want it though my body lies still Like unexploded ordinates on an abandoned hill Haven't I paid my dues Work everyday in a windowless room Can't seem to cut myself loose Hoping my eyes will close pretty soon