Pleasure

(Oh, my pounding heart wants to pull you apart)

It's a mistake
Empty-handed at daybreak
The form of the skin is a lie in the flesh
What's it take?
It's a trap
Strap on your head for another lap

Land on your feet in another suite
It's sweeter complete, still standing in the street

In the street where you live with its mansions and flats
With its fountains, and statues, and gardens, and flowers
With its starlings and rats
Where you stand in the shadow behind the great window
And you say, "Well, that is that"

It's a pleasure
And your beck and call, at your leisure
The root of desire is the crack in the seam
Hesitation
It's a scam
Jam on your ring, different I am

Land on your knees wherever you please
Seizing control, still standing in a hole
And a whole year goes by in the wink of a pig sty
Oh, don't be shy
It's rewards and receipts, you're so bored and deceitful

Oh my, oh my
Oh, my pounding heart wants to pull you apart

Oh, my pounding heart wants to pull you apart
Yeah, my pounding heart wants to pull you apart

Oh, my pounding heart wants to pull you apart