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 play the 
Kay with 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'
Cause 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 goingWill 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 with mirrors
Oh I, I want your hands here
And I'd try and talk to you about all this and nothing
And I still give it all to give up all but just this 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