Desire is a Mess

Desire Is A Mess Move into the light I know exactly what you've done I am your only hope I am the inquisition I am my mother's son I will walk you through it slowly I will show you how I roll I was prepared to turn a blind eye I was prepared to let it go But then I saw you in the river Wading out beyond the reeds Shouting I won't let this pathetic slip of a man get the better of me How do you sleep at night? How do you sleep at night? How do you sleep at night? How do you sleep at night? I've been making a purse from this sow's ear For as long as I can remember And I've been interrupted More times than I would care to mention Why am I not surprised? Why am I not surprised by the breadth of the problem? Why am I not surprised by the scope of the problem? Well there's something to be said, for the cold hard truth Does it put your mind at rest? Does it set your teeth on edge? I am not at my best I am not at my best When I'm presented with the facts Does it set your teeth on edge? Both of us know That desire is a mess I am not at liberty to discuss this I am not at liberty to discuss this Both of us know I am not at my best I am not at liberty to discuss this I am not so easily led How do you sleep at night? How do you sleep at night? How do you sleep at night? How do you sleep at night? How do you sleep at night? How do you sleep at night? How do you sleep at night? How do you sleep at night? I am not done I am not done Writ large on the back of my hand I am not done yet