John Mark Thomas - Follow The Phantom lyrics

With the best of intentions I glue my rump to a chair And try hard to spend the next few minutes in prayer But something smells funny A fly keeps buzzing my head When I look through my eyelids the world is red I entertain tangents and I play with my hair I follow the Phantom into his lair I think about castles and the knights who lived there And I follow the Phantom into his lair I hear your small whisper Or is it just the radio? I want to think of you but there my mind goes Starting to drift now Did I hear myself snore? Would it help to slam my hand in the door? And I say to myself don't you dare! Follow that Phantom into his lair But then there's that cute girl and my mind's it stares And I follow the Phantom into his lair