No Control

Just a wall and a room and a fool
Who doesn't even know control
Just a floor and a frame and a touch
That leaves you with no control
	Now your mind is reeling
	You don't know what she's feeling
	The telephone shouts silence
	You could resort to violence

	With no control

Nothing left, the pressure's rising
Drunk with fear that what you're hiding
Could be all you'll ever be
(And the television screams) no control
	As terminal as razorblades
	There are corners in your mind
	The overload and overflow
	Running scared, running blind

	With no control

	And if I say I love you
	You know I could be wrong
	There are 1 000 000 little boxes
	And I still don't know where I belong

	With no control

	Passion is stainless
	A circle with no start
	This poison in my veins
	This wire 'round my heart

Words: David Parkin
Music: Phil Etheridge
1983/1989