Taken in by the delicate noise
Knocked to the ground by the subtle thunder
Shackled and bound by the sound of your voice

Wandering around in silent wonder

What chance did I have

With the silver moon
Hanging in the sky
Opening old wounds


Taking hold of the hem of your dress
Cleanliness only comes in small doses

Bodily whole but my head's in a mess
Fuelling obsession that borders psychosis


It's a sad disease
Creeping through my mind
Causing disabilities

Of the strangest kind

Getting lost in the folds of your skirt

There's a price that I pay for my mission
A body in heaven and a mind full of dirt
How I suffer the sweetest condition


Taken in by the delicate noise
Knocked to the ground by the subtle thunder

Shackled and bound by the sound of your voice
Wandering around in silent wonder