Straighten The Curtains

I'm in a quiet crisis
 You're just not listening
 Head turned away like an unwanted christning
 And back in the bedroom it's always the same
 Searching eachother's eyes for traces of sin consummation, liquor and something that'll give
 Straighten the curtain so the light goes dim
 Nights when I lie in bed like a patient strapped down under sheets in dark isolation
 Concerned me; shouldn't I be having the best sex of my life? Instead of closing my eyes
 And I know that I want it though my body lies still
 Like unexploded ordinates on an abandoned hill
 There's only so far I can go on alone before turning back shakily and searching for home
 Or maybe I'm scared of the kids going home together cuz fucking all day makes them feel better
 And I know that I want it though my body lies still
 Like unexploded ordinates on an abandoned hill
 Haven't I paid my dues
 Work everyday in a windowless room
 Can't seem to cut myself loose
 Hoping my eyes will close pretty soon