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 the drive  and beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes  and if you make it past the shotgun in the hall  dial the combination. open the priesthole  and if i'm in i'll tell you what's behind the wall   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  would you take the children away  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