What to do about all this stuff?
What to do? What to do?
Inside my house there is a room
Empty and full, it is empty and full
My body and soul, house and sword,
It is all for you, all for you
But secrecy and a hidden place
Is what we do, all we could
My lust and touch is dirty and pure
Oh so pure, putrid and pure
And then your eyes keep crossing mine
Oh so sure! I feel so sure!
But it is not doubt or vexing thoughts
What keeps you away for hours
Is just as many before you knew:
Too much trouble, not enough thrill
That is my sin, it is how I feel
The void won't fill, it never will
