Sat in the corner of the Garden Grill, with plastic flowers 
on the window sil 
No more miracles, loaves and fishes, been so busy with the 
washing of the dishes 
Reaction level's much too high - I can do without the stimuli 
 
I'm living way beyond my ways and means, living in the  
zone of the inbetweens 
I can see the flashes on the frozen ocean, static charge of 
the cold emotion 
Watched on by the distant eyes - watched on by the silent 
hidden spies 
  
But still the warmth flows through me 
And I sense you know me well 
No luck, no golden chances 
No mitigating circumstances now 
It's only common sense 
There are no accidents around here 
 
I am willing - lay your hands on me 
I am ready - lay your hands on me 
I believe - lay your hands on me, over me 
  
Working in gardens, thornless roses, fat men play with their 
garden hoses 
Poolside laughter has a cynical bite, sausage speared by the 
cocktail satellite 
I walk away from from light and sound, down stairways  
leading underground 
  
But still the warmth flows through me 
And I sense you know me well 
It's only common sense 
There are no accidents around here 
 
I am willing - lay your hands on me 
I am ready - lay your hands on me 
I believe - lay your hands on me, over me 
over me 
  
Lay your hands on me 
Lay your hands on me 
Lay your hands on me, over me