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