A thousand hands holding me down
On satin sheets, so chocolate warm
But it’s you that I’ve got my eyes on
Yeah it’s you that I’ve got my eyes on
Borne aloft on crimson wind
That smells of pine and cleans my skin
But it’s you that I’ve got my eyes on
Yeah it’s you that I’ve got my eyes on
Don’t start to proselytize
There’s no need to sharpen that knife
I’ll do the things you want me to if you ask nice
I’ll clean the stains before your eyes
Reclining in my silver tree
While seraphim massage my feet
But it’s you that I’ve got my eyes on
Yeah it’s you that I’ve got my eyes on
But it’s you that I’ve got my eyes on
It’s you that I’ve got