I believe in the good of the bad
The distorted truth of the promised land
Your touch, your touch
It nails me to my sleep
I believe it's the law of the sands,
The timeless depths of yourself
Step up, look out
I believe there are ghosts in your bed
They're everywhere, everywhere
Step up, look down
Around your tongue
She bruised her neck
Made such a mess round' the cassette deck
The sheets are soaked,
Find me some more
