Idea Man

You're the one I wanna see

Wrestling since I loss of steam

I'll pay you back, now what is due

If the polygraph scratches true

When you ask me you do remember

But I don't know where I'll do

She can fool like a kin

And press into your blistered skin

Bone, with the phone

The curling comb, stomp battled

Into the rain, onto their back

You're the bit I want to breathe

You're the sea that seems to see

You're the dance without reprieve

That's crushing up my marble leaves

When ya ask me, I do resemble

But I don't know what I see

Clouds, a kitchen steam

Rest, a winter dream

Dream below

When the fist, xylophones

Stop by held into the rain

Idea man

Ideal man

Ideal man

Ideal man

Here in the darkness of the land

Heard in the crashing from the stand

Heard in the slashing of modern nights

Slashing his woman for the rest of their lives

Her little daughters in the sand

(Her little daughters in the sand)

Her little daughters in the sand

(Her little daughters in the sand)

Ideal man