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....