The Twilight Hour

You're lying on your bed

And making shadows on the wall

It's almost too hot to move

Outside your window

People are driving home from work

For the weekend

But you're waiting for the phone to ring

You're gonna tell her exactly what you think

You practice getting your mouth around the words

That explain the way you feel

You've been scared to show your real self

In case she doesn't like what she sees

You've been a "prostitute to humility"

She's invaded your life

And you've got to live apart

In order to survive

You were emotionally independent

But starved of affection

But now you've been trapped by tenderness

And been beaten into "submission"

It's now way past the hour she usually phones

You've decided not to tell her your little joke

Where could she have got to?

Why is she torturing you?

You roll on your side

And run your fingers through your hair

You're scared of losing her

And facing yourself

A red sky at night may be a shepherds delight

But you're cutting chunks from your heart

And rubbing the meat into your eyes

She can't leave you now

You've given up all your friends

You're relying on her

For your independence

She can't leave you here

Alone and defenceless

You're relying on her

For your independence

You're relying on her

For your independence

You're relying on her

You're relying on her

You're relying on her

You're relying on her

You're relying on her

You're relying on her

You're relying on her