Hide you from my eyes   Too many people that I probably despise   Just give me around   And I will fabricate a reason for their times   Your modest humour inbetween ...   But your leisure eyes are burning now your record isn't clean   Come from in a flat   But next to you we'll feel unsaintly and we're tacked   Me you took unclean   And I refuse cos I prefer the outward scene   Your modest humour inbetween   And the very fact you're hanging round suggests you might be keen      It's just that I watch you lying and it feels like spying   We maybe loved once but we are disturbed ones      Tries, but left me bare   To all the witnessing of what I knew was there   I make no excuse   Just give me ... trinity and I'll make use   Your modest humour inbetween   But your leisure eyes are burning now your record isn't clean   It's just that I watch you mess up and I clear what's left up   Is this rehearsal before our reversal?