Times like these, look above your head

Times like these, there's an imposter under your bed

In the dark, think about your lovers

In the dark, count your fingers under the covers

Shrinking her legs for love

She's shrinking her legs for love

So much to ask

Here or nothing

Times like these, look above your head

Times like these, there's an imposter under your bed

Gone to friends in your barn, a Bar

Gone to friends and the lights on your face will come out

He climbed out of the scene

Choking on her beads

Now she worries love is over