I leapt across three or four beds into your arms 
Where I had hidden myself somewhere in your charm 
Our golden handshake has been smashed into this shape. 
It's taken magic to a primitive new place 
Watch [bad word]  although it's the minimum, heroic 

We hunched together in one chair out on the deck 
In snow that froze and fell down on the modern set 
It looked as if I picked your name out of a hat 
Next thing you know you are asleep in someone’s lap 
Watch [bad word]  although it's the minimum, heroic 

We quit the room 
Quit so our thoughts could rest 
Rest them, I'll never move? 
That's when we grab a hold 
Of whatever it is we fell into 
Lousy with your content 
With what the majestic cannot find 
In business of your lives 
The perception, it is wrong, mile after mile 
The phantom taste drinking wine from your heels 

We have arrived too late to play the bleeding heart show