Testo Only Talking Sense

There's a wild thing in the woolshedAnd it's keeping me awake at nightA devil in the closetAnd a feeling I'd prefer to hideHe is religionHe won't hear me when I cry for helpHe has a vision of meBut I am somebody elseWe talk the pillowThere are times when I'm tied up to the fenceOnly talking senseThere's a mirrro lake before meBut I'm frozen when it's time to jumpIt's like maybe I'm afraid of what I'll findWhen independence comesYou steel my shadowYou make my blood run dryWe are true only when we talk the pillowThere are times when I'm tied up to the fenceOnly talking senseDid you suffer like a childThat's why you want to make me cryYou are afraid of meThat's why you're so unkindYou won't deny itWhen your child is tied up to the fenceAnd I'm only talking senseLonely when we talk the pillowAnd your child is messed up in the headI'm only talking sense