Floating Over You

Getting dressed and bunker bound
Shuffling through the heather
Neighbors drop their flowers down
And worry about the weather
Every night, I’m floating over you, my love
Every night, I dream I’m under you

All of the smiling men with sweaty hands
Delivering widows’ pensions
Won’t you please accept our sympathy
Into all three dimensions?
Every night, I’m floating over you, my love
Every night, I’m drifting under you

Don’t want to think about my last cigarette
Don’t want to focus on the curve of your thigh
Don’t want to slip off your white silhouette
I don’t think this is a very sensible way to die

Lonely, lonely, lonely
Lonely, lonely, lonely
Lonely, lonely, lonely
Lonely, lonely, lonely

Every night, I’m floating over you, my love
Every night, I dream I’m under you
Well, I’m altar-bound and underdressed
Just slightly out of order
Hanging on the fringe of daylight’s
Soft and pitch border

Every night, I’m floating over you, my love
Every night, I’m slipping under you
Every night, I’m floating over you, my love
Every night, I’m dream I’m under you
Lonely, lonely, oh I’m so lonely