Busting through walls, they've told us
Unless we can prove that we're do ing it
She's an excuse and a witness
We'll talk when he's pale
But they've told us unless we
can prove that we're doing it
Suddenly my feet are feet of mud
I don't know why I'm crying
Am I suspended and gaffer?
Not till I'm ready for you
Not till I'm ready for you
I try to get nearer but as
There's something appears in the way
It's a plank in the eye with a camel
Who's trying to get through it
I pull out the plank and say
Thank you for your giving me back
To the fact that there's always
Sometimes it's so hard to
know if I'm doing it right
Can I have it want it all
Suddenly my feet are feet of wood
I don't know why I'm crying
Am I suspended in cathar?
Not till I'm ready for you
Not till I'm ready for you
of getting anywhere at all
No, not a thing I want it all
I don't know why I'm crying
Am I suspending, captured?
Not till I'm ready for you
Not till I'm ready for you
Suddenly my feet are feet of wood
I don't know why but I'm crying
In my eyes there's nothing left but
Not till I'm ready for you
That's it, I'm ready for you