The Operative

Magazine

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