• The Sweetest Condition


  • Taken in by the delicate noise

    Knocked to the ground by the subtle thunder

    Shackled and bound by the sound of your voice

    Wandering around in silent wonder


    What chance did I have

    With the silver moon

    Hanging in the sky

    Opening old wounds


    Taking hold of the hem of your dress

    Cleanliness only comes in small doses

    Bodily whole but my head's in a mess

    Fuelling obsession that borders psychosis


    It's a sad disease

    Creeping through my mind

    Causing disabilities

    Of the strangest kind


    Getting lost in the folds of your skirt

    There's a price that I pay for my mission

    A body in heaven and a mind full of dirt

    How I suffer the sweetest condition


    Taken in by the delicate noise

    Knocked to the ground by the subtle thunder

    Shackled and bound by the sound of your voice

    Wandering around in silent wonder.