Lyrics: Magazine. The Operative.

You were never found to be backward
Or wanting in any way
You were hidden so cleverly in love
What scheme did you obey!

And I know why you go so slow

You had such strange disappointments
Too bare against the paint
You knew the handle was broken
And your strong arm was faint


And I know why you go so slow

Your tired empire's fallen
Victim to your unease
You could make yourself so useful
If you'd get on your knees

And I know why you go so slow