Bainmarie

Bain, bainmarie, bainmarie, bainmarie
 Bain, bainmarie, bainmarie, bainmarie
 When I see the moon in your eyes, and
 I know what prompts the question
 Always on your mind
 When you point the finger, I must linger
 To the lonely old corners of a foggy mind
 I'll follow your footprints, they are gilded
 I am shielded above it, I'll do the same tomorrow
 Went the wrong direction, reaching perfection
 At losing your attention, always on your mind
 Bain, bainmarie, bainmarie, bainmarie
 Bain, bainmarie, bainmarie, bainmarie
 When you wake in the morning, for the workdays
 They are long and hopeful, long lost solace find
 And in rapid succession, I found the weapons
 To fend off all the brainhurt and befuddled minds
 Those who are among us, like apparitions
 Iotas of minutia, find your guiding light
 Bain, bainmarie, bainmarie, bainmarie
 Bain, bainmarie, bainmarie, bainmarie