Act of Contrition

Fall back, full moon
Too much too soon
All your blue roomsIn their full bloom

And rather than suffer this torment
I would sooner induce this trance
′Cause at almost the right time, darling
The floorboards move under your dance

And it's right off the scene
Where the man goes into the bathroom to bloody his nose
I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel it
I can feel it rising into my throat

I′m bored again
So bored again
I'm born again
So bored

Pressure on your thigh
Option, paralyzed

And rather than suffer this torment
I would sooner commit this crime
In a pasture consumed by bloated bellies
Gorged on desire and wine

And acting on false contrition
Is worse than admitting the lie
'Cause at almost the right step, darling
The action detaches from time

And it′s right off the scene
Where the man starts clutching his shirt to signal his arrest
I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel it
I can feel it rising into his chest

He′s bored again
So bored again
He's born again
So bored