Couldn't you tell

if you offer me a second chance

then i would quickly need another

You know my wandering days are over

You know my wandering days are over
Does that mean that I'm getting boring?
You tell meI'm tired of listening to myself now

I said "My celibate days are over"
You put me straight on the finer points of my speech rehearsed
In the mirror of my steamy bathroom
Where the lino tells a sorry story in a monologue

Abstract Geometries

I know that I've been confused

Put your collar up
Or your sweater down
Comb your hair
or think of something else to do

For once I know i am doing a right thing
I know that i am doing a right thing

For once...
For once ...