Watching Your Lover Sleep

What's that radiating off of you? an innocence worth dying for? a solution to the modern bore? I haven't got the slightest clue yet you say you've got the cure? which disease have I given over to? I guess I'm not so sure Through measures of practicality you send away the banality rummaging through all my drawers kicking down all my doors How do you alter my reality? oh please, I've got the need for more I refuse to feign spirtuality even in the face of war.