Substance

I know I can’t think anymore,
I haven’t really got the time for thinking.
I sometimes think God’s laughing at us,
I’ve no idea what he is doing!

Maybe I’m erotically charged, violent, savage and surprising?
Maybe I’m flirting with the dark?
There’s no substance to the modern approach.

There’s no substance to the modern approach.
There’s no substance to the modern approach.

I don’t begrudge the fact at all,
taking time for personal things.
But it’s cold, I’m tired and I’m going home.
To deface this angel of her wings!

Maybe I’m erotically charged, violent, savage and surprising?
Maybe I’m flirting with the dark?
There’s no substance to the modern approach.