ZANG TUUMB TUM DISCOGRAPHY “…or the imagination”

In bloom


It’s very rare you come anywhere near me much these days
’cause you haven’t noticed the seventeen days since I’ve shaved
And it’s harder to take when I’m inches away from just touching you
There’s not controlling the need and it cheapens me

I lie alone in my room
Waiting for you to come home
Is it any surprise I’m anesthetised in the gloom
With my tune, you’re in bloom

Am I optimistic to think he may notice my suffering
Can you fail to see when it’s written all over my face
And I know you don’t choose to be blind to the fear and the trembling hands
But that doesn’t lessen the blow or heal the wound

How much do I miss the embrace
Will this drama just drag on for days
I know things will work out in the long run
I presume you’re immune or in bloom

Every night you go to bed
You kiss the top of my head
That show of affection
Makes me feel like your pet dog

You don’t know how lucky you are
You’re my superstar
Together we’ll go far
You just hold me one minute
Hold me one minute