well the slipper fitwould you look at thatthe way that she took your handgot you helpless and spinning againyou should be afraidof breathing air so sweetbut if you mustknow your lungs will adjustbut you won’t ever be able to come back to usyou went overseasshe forgot everything save your nameand you followed on a stringto prove she knew exactly what she was doingand though you could trace her shapeexact into just about anythingyou move through your own roomdont recognize a single thingyou won’t ever be able to come back to usyou’ve got me breathing oh so deepyou’ve got me coughing myself to sleepyou’ve got meyou