When my dad died the worms ate out both his eyes.
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His soul flew right up in the sky and I cried myself to sleep.
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My mother lies alone on her back at night.
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Adding up hours till her demise, she counts herself to sleep.
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When my sister finds my body closed up like the blinds,
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I tell her I promise its fine, but she cries herself to sleep.
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The men in black ties arrive at the house in surprise.
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To find a little girl by your side in the wood box where you're sleeping.
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I still see you inside of this God-awful house
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You move awfully quiet now
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And I still feel you everywhere
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You told me this has always been worth living,
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But what's really worth living anymore?
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Sleeper 1972
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| Manchester Orchestra |
