Music: Andrew Gower/James Webster
Stop thinking bout yourself
And stealing the books from the top of the shelf
You're wasting my time
And sending me lines on a screen I don't like
Give me a line that I like
And I find it so deflating
My God it's frustrating
Coming from you
When I'm closer
I'm closer than this book to my face
I'm closer than a two horse race
I'm closer
Closer to losing you
Losing you
Losing you
Now your changing my lines
You're mixing the red and the white ****ing wine
Feel all by myself
If I'm with the sheep in the field need professional help
From their impressional selves
And I find it so annoying
And I think it's destroying
And coming from you
When I'm closer
I'm closer then a priest to his God
Who's wondering if the world has forgot him
I'm closer
Closer to losing you
Losing you
And I'm closer
Closer then a fan to the stage
When I'm finally earning my way
Come closer
Closer to me
Please
Please
So If you think of yourself
If you perceive yourself
If you know yourself
As a vital member of your tribe
You will already require the patience to wait
As long as it takes
To draw back the bow
Before you shoot your first arrow In your first hunt
You have to adhere
I think, to certain tribal codes of honour
If you are a hunter
Then you will learn to be a great hunter
By watching and waiting
Until one great tribal elder in your midst will say
Here's your bow son and here is your arrow
You go and hunt now
You're the best thing that I've ever seen
Oh you remind me of a young Jimmy Dean
How you fought for the part on the screen
And you didn't need surgery
You're too old to play young
And too young to play old
And you don't fit the mould of the serial show
You're in bed with the roles
That you weep being sold
And I find it so amusing
And I don't care whose choosing
Come closer to me
And to me
And I find it so
And I'm so scared
Come closer to me