I switch off the light
Now I'm alone - not quite alone
There is still this idea
Waiting for me
It has curled, in a ball like this
Run to my grotto with me
They've got evidence on me
I sit on the couch
Without my clothes
But there is still this idea
Waiting for me
It has curled, in a ball like this
Run to my grotto with me
They've got evidence on me