CONFUSION REIGNS
     

Maybe sometimes it's the government, sometimes the CIA
Monday morning it's the teacher or the boss 'til they let you out to play
Could be gods, goddesses or guilt when it comes Sunday
But when you touch me there
Mm mmm
Sweet confusion reigns

Maybe someone's standing over you with a bank statement or a gun
When you're locked in jail it's the man with the key to the sun
If you're handing out votes anybody over age could be the one
But when you touch me there
Oh yeah
Sweet confusion reigns

This confusion's like a drug
With no side effects at all
It picks me up and drops me like butterfly wings
And all you've got to do is call

Seems like time takes time out and gravity goes on holiday
When you look that look it's impossible to look the other way
Well you know I get confused sometimes even when we talk on the phone
And when you touch me there
Mm mmm
Sweet confusion reigns

Yeah when you touch me there
Mm mmm
Sweet confusion reigns



© David Lowe 1994