The industry's out of touch
The means of production are now in the hands of the workers
But I still want to be guided by your expert hands
Oh, lay your expert hands on me

And I, I would listen while you played me through my fears
And I, I would whisper just to make you come near
And I'd watch every gesture while you the Kay mirrors
Oh, I, I want your hands here

The new millennium's tough
For some more than others, a ridiculous understatement
But I still want to be gazed on by your Ativan eyes
Oh, cast an eye upon me

And I'd sit and write to you about all this and nothing
And I, I would give it all to give up all but one thing
And I'm so sick of cynics and I want something to trust in
Oh, I, I want your eyes here

I feel danger growing
A storm's dropping branches in my path
Only danger where I'm going
Will you be a stranger when I get back?

We strive to survive causing least suffering possible
The Flux of Pink Indians gave me words for that
But I still want your heart beating on mine
But oh, have I been beating on your heart?

'Cause I, I would listen while you played me through my fears
And I, I would whisper just to make you come near
And I'd watch every gesture while you play the Kay mirrors
Oh I, I want your hands here

And I'd drive and talk to you about all this and nothing
And I'd still give it all to give up all but one thing
And I'm so sick of cynics and I want something to trust in
Oh I, I want your eyes here

I want your eyes here
Ativan eyes, dear