They lay together on the floor beside me,
touching and feeling such great closeness.
But I exist only to them as a silent shadow,
watching and waiting for release...
Third wheel deal, kid.
You gotta let it go.
Touch your pen to the paper kid,
you gotta let it flow.
Woe is me in my lonlieness,
but when the tables turn I am her lover.
Woe is me in my jealousy,
but when the sun touches sky
passion will never cease.
