Visitors Lyrics

When you break up the boys from the men
It feels just like me and then
and for the love of our hidden eye
Do something with your hands
When you pick up the book with no end
It feels just like me again
and for the love of your open eyes
do something with your hand
I've got a sickness
I think I need your help tonight
storms in your blood stream
I think I'm getting out tonight, out tonight

When I said you can live on my back
I don't remember saying that
and for the love of an ancient friend
do something for yourself