The The Twilight Hour
Your laying on your bed - & making shadows on the wall It's almost too hot to move - Outside your window - People are driving home from work - for the weekend. But your waiting for the phone to ring - Your gonna tell her exactly what you think. You practice getting your mouth around the words that explain the way you feel. You've been scared to show your real self - In case she doesn't like what she sees - You've been a "prostitute to humility" - She's invaded your life & you've got to Live apart - in order to...survive - You were emotionally independent - But starved of affection. But now you've been trapped by tenderness & been beaten into "submission"... It's now way past the hour she usually phones - & you've decided not to tell her your little joke Where could she have got to. Why is she torturing you - You roll on your side - & run your fingers through your hair - Your scared of losing her - & facing yourself - A red sky at night may be a shepherds delight, But your cutting chunks from your heart. & rubbing the meat into your eyes. She can't leave you now - you've given up all your friends Your relying on her - for your independence She can't leave you here - alone & defenseless Your relying on her for your independence YOUR RELYING ON HER Thomas Leer - synths Zeke Manyika - drums Camelle G. Hinds - bass guitar Matt Johnson - synths, instruments, percussion, vocals