won't you come over?   we'll have a cup of tea   and you can tell me all the things   that you seem to believe   and perhaps pass one or two   onto me   you say for every horror   there's a million acts of kindness   but i' m haunted by an image   and now i' m wracked with doubt and shyness   oh...please... stop      you are an ocean   tempt and nourish me   with all of the things that make me want to live   mud-lusciously   the feeling lingers or is it a dream?      this philosophy is a forest   more tangled up with time   your company- a bolt -a blaze   that burns the deadwood to the ground   oh...please... stop      won't you come over.... won' t you come over....