i’m standing here
wrapped in the towel
you gave me,
i want to give you away…
mmm to solitude.

this floor is quaking, (i’m breaking)
geometry gone awry.

tell me baby this time,
who’s the poor guy?

i cannot be the metaphor for love
a simile,
you ask of me,
the edge on loneliness…
cutting break.
this floor is quaking, (i’m breaking)
geometry gone awry.

tell me baby this time,
who’s the poor guy?

i’ve been from hero to zero
more than a couple of times
the thyme this time
a cool, cold line.
this coke is knocking
at my door,
i’m too tired to not let it in
too jaded to care,
one more i cry and one, one more
for once
this floor is quaking, (i’m breaking)
geometry gone awry.

tell me baby this time,
who’s the poor guy?

a pagan sacrifice
to the monster of myself
oh, ja, that’s it,
you got it baby,
i’m that prawn
in that game,
twisted, bitter, lame
it’s ok though, (i’m breaking)
and the geometry is gone…