There's a crawling sensation
   An Astral vibration
   That's sucking me into your sight
   I can tell by your hair In the juniper chair
   And the piraty twist of your mouth
   I've constructed your frame In a plasticine game
   And your eyes are the sweets of my youth
   But I'm naked and bare in the ice of your stare
   And I'm useless at telling the truth
   So I hide with my head in the tent of the bed
   And my body is sucked through your eyes
   Then I quiver and shiver and start to deliver the goods
   Then I vanish in size.