"Erythorbic Acid"
Words and Music by Just A Hobby
Appears on Idle
I'm being watched by the woman cross the way.
I see her shape in the curtains every day.
What she knows and what she sees are the least of my conspiracies.
Is it hers or is t my disease?
I'm hearing voices outside in the hall.
But when I look, there's no-one there at all.
Somewhere off, a phone might ring. Right now I don't hear a thing.
I don't want the consequence it brings.
I'm being watched by the people in the street.
I see those eyes on everyone I meet.
They try to hide their sideways glance. In their icy eyes flames dance.
I'm not the kind to leave things up to chance.
They watch my thoughts on the evening news. Give my fantasies
reviews.
But they forgot and left me subtle clues.
© 1998 Just A Song
