Can't make light of it,
I'm back in the thick of it,
I tried to escape from it,
and make a break from it.
Behind such lines persists the voice of such a fool.

I've been running away,
from facing up to today.
I've made every mistake,
that I could possibly make.
A worn manila envelope of past affairs.

The day before I met you,
I was in the sticks.
Hopelessly adrift,
broken treated.
You offered me no heartaches,
in a Motel Six.
I knew you had the fix
to fix my pieces.

Never been higher,
never been higher than this.
You are a vision of complete and utter bliss.

Our first communion,
or is it Last Testament?
Straight from the hymn sheets,
prostrate on her sheets.
The hardest reasons for treason cannot comprehend.

Whose dream was I following?
Whose line was I following?
I tried to postpone
the chance of sleeping alone.
Well you know what they say,
the strong silent type.

The words are merely symbols,
they cannot convey,
the feelings you inspire
you dig out of me.
Here is some more echoes,
only echoes of the truth,
I hope the light won't
disappear so quickly.

Never been higher,
never been higher than this.
You are a vision of complete and utter bliss.

Maybe we could buy a home,
so I could get more pots and pans.
So much we could own,
but it would only serve as a distraction
to our happiness.

The day before I met you,
I was in the sticks.
Hopelessly adrift,
broken treated.
You promised me no heartaches,
in a Motel Six.
I knew you had the fix
to fix my pieces.

Never been higher,
never been higher than this.
You are a vision of complete and utter bliss,
you are a vision of complete and utter bliss,
you are a vision of complete and utter bliss.

The DEVILS Made Me Do It!
The Fields of Eden