Doing nothing stuck in the mud
Just pumping the blood
The water level’s getting low
Something ugly’s going to show
If I could only touch you
I guess you’d be alarmed
If only I could touch you
I don’t mean you no harm
If only I could touch you
Like the wind can touch the sail
If only I could touch you, darling
Now that words have failed
Oh, flotsam still afloat
Oh, jetsam thrown out of the boat
Oh love, my love
Nothing here is what it seems
We both know it
Christ! you show it
Oh, oh my love
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