Sat in the corner of the Garden Grill, with plastic flowers
  on the window sil
  No more miracles, loaves and fishes, been so busy with the
  washing of the dishes
  Reaction level's much too high - I can do without the stimuli
    I'm living way beyond my ways and means, living in the
  zone of the inbetweens
  I can see the flashes on the frozen ocean, static charge of
  the cold emotion
  Watched on by the distant eyes - watched on by the silent
  hidden spies
  
  But still the warmth flows through me
  And I sense you know me well
  No luck, no golden chances
  No mitigating circumstances now
  It's only common sense
  There are no accidents around here
    I am willing - lay your hands on me
  I am ready - lay your hands on me
  I believe - lay your hands on me, over me
  
  Working in gardens, thornless roses, fat men play with their
  garden hoses
  Poolside laughter has a cynical bite, sausage speared by the
  cocktail satellite
  I walk away from from light and sound, down stairways
  leading underground
  
  But still the warmth flows through me
  And I sense you know me well
  It's only common sense
  There are no accidents around here
    I am willing - lay your hands on me
  I am ready - lay your hands on me
  I believe - lay your hands on me, over me
  over me
  
  Lay your hands on me
  Lay your hands on me
  Lay your hands on me, over me