Stockholm Syndrome

Tie me up with connotations, presumptions and excuse
Tie me up with your torn-a-parts or the laces of your shoes
Tie me up with your dictionary
Or coin me a definition
Find me a word I can use
Feed me your recognitions

And your dearest vagabond's
Back on duty again
Like your pen without a clue
Like a matchstick in the rain

So tie me to this kitchen chair, the same old song again
Comes whirling through the whippoorwill
To confront the lover's game
And things are often over-passed
Or passed much over with
Your vagabond on duty
And a pair of dusty feet

Now there's this very cloth
We should never have touched
Now there's this very word
That don't get used too much

All the fishes are swimming in circles
All the fishes are swimming for you
All the fishes are blinded in memory
Broken at heart's impromptu

So let's get it ready for dinner
Let’s get it over with
The vagabond's no more on duty
Your heart has freed him from it
Yes the vagabond's no more on duty
Your heart has freed him from it