there's a crawling sensation
that's sucking me into your sight
i can tell by your hair in the juniper chair
and the piraty twist of your mouth
i've constructed your frame in a plasticine game
and your eyes are the sweets of my youth
but i'm naked and bare in the ice of your stare
and i'm useless at telling the truth
so i hide with my head in the tent of the bed
and my body is sucked through your eyes
then i quiver and shiver and start to deliver the goods