Through the fish eyed lens of tear stained eyes   I can barely define the shape of this moment in time   And far from flying high in clear blue skies   I'm spiralling down to the hole in the ground where I hide      If you negotiate the minefield in drive   And beat the dogs and cheat cold electronic eyes   And if you make it past the shotguns in the hall   Dial the combination, open the priesthole   And if I'm in I'll tell      There's a kid who had a big hallucination   Making love to girls in magazines   He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith   Could anybody love him?   Or is it just a crazy dream?      And if I show you my dark side   Will you still hold me tonight?   And if I open my heart to you   And show you my weak side   What would you do?      Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?         And leave me alone   And smile in reassurance   As you whisper down the phone   Would you send me packing?   Or would you take me home?      Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings   Thought I oughta tear the curtain down   I held the blade in trembling hands   Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang   I never had the nerve to make the final cut      {You there,   Alright listen,   I think I've got it}