I leapt across three or four beds into your arms   Where I had hidden myself somewhere in your charm   Our golden handshake has been smashed into this shape.   It's taken magic to a primitive new place   Watch 'em run, although it's the minimum, heroic      We hunched together in one chair out on the deck   In snow that froze and fell down on the modern set   It looked as if I picked your name out of a hat   Next thing you know you are asleep in someone's lap   Watch 'em run, although it's the minimum, heroic      We quit the room   Quit so our thoughts could rest   Rest them, I'll never move?   That's when we grab a hold   Of whatever it is we fell into   Lousy with your content   With what the majestic cannot find   In business of your lives   The perception, it is wrong, mile after mile   The phantom taste drinking wine from your heels      We have arrived too late to play the bleeding heart show