Baby, why'd you wake me?
|
is it my idea of eyes, a thousand sleeping eyes,
|
it's creeping up to you,
|
like peepshow ghosts they do,
|
a sorry fault of mine,
|
will take you back in time.
|
|
The peepshow ghosts will fade away
|
and reappear in you,
|
and if my dead darling stays away,
|
she will break my heart in two.
|
|
The booths all ragged style,
|
you crawled that extra mile,
|
where the woman ends and shame begins,
|
the world can read your mind,
|
the girl can make you blind,
|
all hostage stolen flesh,
|
will nail you to the rest.
|
|
I dreamed about the faithless,
|
I asked them passers by,
|
could you wake me if I start to shake,
|
if I should start to cry,
|
remind me of my crime,
|
and every fault of mine.
|
|
When bitter starts to turn around,
|
and bites your swollen face,
|
the stolen stabbing darkness,
|
the nakedness and starkness,
|
will kill you if you stay,
|
too near to hear just pray.
|
|
-----------------
|
The Peepshow Ghosts
|
The Damage Manual |