Sat in the corner of the garden grill  With the plastic flowers on the windowsill  No more miracles, loaves and fishes  Been so busy with the washing of the dishes  Reaction level's much too high, I can do without the stimuli    I'm living way beyond my ways and means  Living in the zone of the in-betweens  I can see the flashes on the frozen ocean  Static charge of the cold emotion  Watched on by the distant eyes  Watched on by the silent, hidden spies    But still the warmth flows through me  And I sense you know me well  No luck, no golden chances  No mitigating circumstances now  It's only common sense  There are no accidents around here    I am willing, lay your hands on me  I am ready, lay your hands on me  I believe, lay your hands on me, over me    Working in gardens, thornless roses,   Fat men play with their garden hoses  Poolside laughter has a cynical bite,   Sausage speared by the cocktail satellite  I walk away from from light and sound,   Down stairways leading underground    But still the warmth flows through me  And I sense you know me well  It's only common sense  There are no accidents around here    I am willing, lay your hands on me  I am ready, lay your hands on me  I believe, lay your hands on me, over me  Over me    these lyrics are submitted by merry ellen kirk