In his boat and through the dark he rowed   Chained to oar and the night and the wind that blowed   Horribly ‘round his ears   Under the bridge and into your dreams he soars   While you lie alone in that idea-free sleep of yours   That you’ve been sleeping now for years      And he wants you    He wants you   He is straight and he is true   Ooh hoo hoo      Beneath the hanging cliffs and under the many stars where   He will move, all amongst your tangled hair   And deep into the sea   And you will wake and walk and draw the blind   And feel some presence there behind   And turn to see what that may be   Oh, babe, it’s me      And he wants you    He wants you   He is straight and he is true   Ooh hoo hoo