Burning for the cold touch of your hand Yearning for you to understand That my heart is more than an empty can And you are but a carnal man. When we make love The look in your eyes is hollow When we make love The tone in your voice is static. Pretending everything's ok Make-believing this nightmare is a daydream Crying in the shower whenever I'm alone Waiting on pins & needles for you to phone. Lingering between the sheets Hoping to retreat back to the beginning Where you & I first entreated The muse of love & all her vices.