Pinball Machine

that Tear trickles from your eye to your ear
Like a pinball machine

Arm that melts over me

Like Salvador's dream

Light that spits across the ceiling
'Cos someone burst the stitches on the curtain of night
Maybe it's all about sowing my seed
But subject to conditions and not while you bleed

I follow you at a distance
Bounced through others eyes
Like a pinball machine

Dressed as Mr. Walker

But in disguise

I could have been a contender
But instead I'm content with
The gin and tonic dressing gown I lament
One night only
The great and the glory

Let's see if it sticks

still You love me

I believe

If push came you'd shove me

I believe you share my bed
You share the blame

I believe

In pinball machines