Pulp - Goodnight Lyrics
Now its coming to the end of the eveningThe time when the ceiling sways and objects jerk out of placeYour eyelids heavy, you make your way down the yellow streets past rows and rows of housesCurtains drawn tight against the cold night airTo a flight of stairs which lead to a room where a bed is waiting for you to lie downPerhaps alone, perhaps not and go to sleep againThey wait alone in unused roomsThey sit and they rememberOh, please rememberSo you lie on your back in the dark and listen to the blood rushing in your earsAnd the soft tick, tick, tick of your watch against the mattress springsPatterns merge behind your eyesPurple and green, glwoing gently and all is soft with furry darknessYou yawn once turn on your side and fall to sleep againThey wait alone, they bathed your eyes when nights were coldRememberOh, please rememberTheres something youve forgottenWhen you awoke later that night the bedroom was cold and you were aloneAlone and afraid of the darkWatchingWaitingWatchingWaitingAs you lie on your back ***** beneath the cold sheetsNot dead, just sleepingSleepingAnd you will never wake again.
