She's on his mind, she's on his wall
She's in the corner of his eye
She whispers sweet delerium
He climbs inside and blushes
As the crimson tide flows, flushes him away...

The sheets are stained; alone again
And unfulfilled -- a cleaning bill
The dream was killed before he kissed her
He's cursing the alarm
And she teases from the T.V., spreads her legs in magazines

She steams his collar, she dusts his shelf
She cuts his hair -- she's never there...
There's just the letters one-way
While the ansaphone says "No way!"
But he'll search, he'll find her even if he has to tie her down...

Kiss the ground she walks on
Kiss the ground she walks on
Kiss the ground she walks on
Kiss the ground she walks on
Kiss the ground she walks on
Kiss the ground she walks on