or all the secret punches
the talking all about someone
as bored as the king i own
i'm just talking 'bout us
maybe a bit of what we see
maybe might have done something else
or a little more and differently
we were together through so much
and witness only our eyes
and see and touching without touch
you got me to the only door i've got
you know you gave me some real good thing
and dance and drink and sing
i always looked for you to see
see how you think it all seemed
or to see just how you helped
when i didn't even earn or deserve
when i'd never given you any help
you know how wrongful i could be
the certitude is like a drill