With The Best Of Intentions
I Glue My Rump To A Chair
And Try Hard To Spend The Next Few Minutes In Prayer
But Something Smells Funny
A Fly Keeps Buzzing My Head
When I Look Through My Eyelids The World Is Red

I Entertain Tangents And I Play With My Hair
I Follow The Phantom Into His Lair
I Think About Castles And The Knights Who Lived There
And I Follow The Phantom Into His Lair

I Hear Your Small Whisper
Or Is It Just The Radio?
I Want To Think Of You But There My Mind Goes
Starting To Drift Now
Did I Hear Myself Snore?
Would It Help To Slam My Hand In The Door?

And I Say To Myself Don't You Dare!
Follow That Phantom Into His Lair
But Then There's That Cute Girl And My Mind's It Stares
And I Follow The Phantom Into His Lair