Painting in lies Changing the colour of your eyes Pouting your lips Shifting the angle of your hips Loving the lies Loving the fiction of your thighs Creating a need Into which I may spill my seed As I caress myself with loving care I know that you're no longer there You've died Somewhere inside But when you're real Nothing can quite replace the feel When you're near All my amendments disappear As I caress myself with loving care I know that you're no longer there You've died Somewhere inside I can still go To a place only I can go Locked behind doors I have got mine and you've got yours As I caress myself with loving care I know that you're no longer there You've died Somewhere inside I have a friend Someone on whom I can depend