There's a man cycling around in circles downstairs
He's not getting fit.
He's cycling too slow
The birds sound annoyed at his lazy circumnavigations
How can he be content on such a hamster wheel?

Sitting at a cafe, spilling food on my scarf
Thinking of the things I didn't do so well

Feeling on a world that I created myself
And I am wondering why I made it so hard

I spent years not alone
I spent years making home

Years in my mind not my heart - now I know

Years feeling half, half of a whole
Years finding joy making up for it all

Watching as a waitress gives an unconscious smile
- watching and wishing it were mine

Understanding how I left my freedom behind
Feeling like I still didn't waste my time

Baby, baby,
Heart me, heart me
Heart me, heart me now
Baby, baby,
Want me, want me
Show me, show me how

Baby, baby
Tell me, tell me
burning aching sounds
Baby, baby,
Break me, break me
turn my life around

Touch the flavours
See the scent of lust
Upon my pillow made of dust

Baby, baby,
Extricate me
Sweetly, sweetly play
Baby, baby,
Strip me tease me
Do things I cannot say

Being connected is so complex
I've trapped my screams in a biscuit tin and..
I put my head back, let out a slow whine
Endless drumming wrapped around my spine

There's no excuse for wanting to flee
Irritation, all this energy
oh-oh-oh overwhelm me
Prisoner of light, growing..growing

Thunderstorm in an atom
Numbness creeping up my thigh
Electrical, hysterical
There's a ghost in my lullaby