IDIOSYNCRASIES May 30/83 Karl Rigelhof

Time is of no essence, you say
As you head for the door
Never learn your lesson, no way
You know what we have in store

Staring off into space
Lines that leave no trace
On your lips a smile

Laughing in my face
Slap me with disgrace
Run a losing race
But with style

I cannot figure (it) out, your problem
(It) lies deeper than it seems
A whisper within a shout, tell them
Which is illusion, which is dream

Nothing is the same
You play your little games
Will you ever win

Taken to another plane
You revel in the pain
Until nothing remains
Except to begin
Once again

CHORUS:
You sit high upon your throne
Tossing stones
To unleash the avalanche
On the unsuspecting down below

Why do you do these things
Do you feel the suffering
Can you see the scars
Left upon their souls

Limbs entwined, your lips meet mine
To challenge retribution
You mind, your manners slip, so fine
You've made no significant contribution

For heaven's sake
What's at stake
Certainly nothing of value

Give and take
Bend and/or break
Your last mistake
Fell through

It really doesn't matter(,) any way
(If) you can get it, you will
The former or the latter, you stay
Stuck in the middle still

Going off the deep end
Buy more than you spend
Indulge yourself

Take back what you lend
It's all yours my friend
The messages you send
Lay unopened (up)on the shelf