the exquisite agony of withdrawal
Feels like some kind of voodoo curse
Push me full of pins, baby,
or just pull them all out
I can't even tell you which is worse
Why'd he have to go and tempt me?
Started out all nice and friendly
We were moving and fast forward
And wound up a champ in the reverse
T -Fog to the Flatline Captain
T -Fog to the Flatline Captain
Oh, be still, my beating heart, be still
Go up on the internet, but Christ, Eliza
Are really that desperate for
Lady Chatterley in the chatroom
Surrealistic cyber bathroom
with some kind of viral infection
You think thoughts don't build highways,
move mountains, burn bridges,
but you've got another thing coming
It's till you keep traveling sideways
and winding up in these ditches
while the dispassionate clock
Default to the flatline, captain,
drive me into the wind, don't feel my sail
Default to the flatline, captain,
take a chill pill, be still,
my beating heart, be still
and my shrink and my friends all say,
take a break for the sake of your
overworked heart and mind.
Give it a rest, girl, you're stressed,
and it's gonna take a little time.
Ah, but this was different,
he was brilliant, an exile,
he made me laugh, and besides, it
Seven months, thirteen days,
Okay, pull up the drawbridge,
hand me my spinning wheel and my axe
I'll go willingly to my cell up in the tower
T -fog to the flatline, captain,
To fall to the flatline, captain,
Be still, my beating heart, be still
So I'll strap on the old iron belt,
wall off the secret garden
And hide away in a golden key
Put up roadblocks on my highways,
and it'd be complicated trying
Oh, but somewhere out there
is dragging his sorry ass around on the
back of a worn -down mule.
Maybe by the time he gets here,
he won't be a prince anymore,
and I won't be such a fool,
hit me in the wind, don't fill my seat
Default to the flatline, captain,
be still my beating heart,
be still my heart, be still.
