Maybe she's not in the mood for any lovin. When I'm sick I get crabby and don't want people touching me or in my face. Give her some space while she's sick and don't hump her about it unless you want to piss her off.
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?