Taken in by the delicate noise

Knocked to the ground by the subtle thunder

Shackled and bound by the sound of your voice

Wandering around in silent wonder

 

What chance did I have

With the silver moon

Hanging in the sky

Opening old wounds

 

Taking hold of the hem of your dress

Cleanliness only comes in small doses

Bodily whole but my head's in a mess

Fuelling obsession that borders psychosis

 

It's a sad disease

Creeping through my mind

Causing disabilities

Of the strangest kind

 

Getting lost in the folds of your skirt

There's a price that I pay for my mission

A body in heaven and a mind full of dirt

How I suffer the sweetest condition

 

Taken in by the delicate noise

Knocked to the ground by the subtle thunder

Shackled and bound by the sound of your voice

Wandering around in silent wonder