I'm sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight
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Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate
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Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak
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Another train leavin' home,
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conceding defeat with a low moan
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Hangin' in A sky, made of stone
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Everybody's leavin' home, I called my man Jerome
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To come meet me in the twilight zone
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Leave your mobile phone at home and come alone
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I bought him coffee and a snack,
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settled back, started speakin'
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He was tweakin' with the peak of his cap
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While I'm seekin' to discover what it takes to stay sober
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Not cover my mistakes,
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try to maybe make sense of the evidence
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It's over, she's gone for good
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Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby
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Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye
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The last thing you hear before your life disappear
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Now it just gets worse, like my stomach 'll burst,
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feel like I've been cursed.
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With seven centuries of bitter memories
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And inadequacies, previous he's and she's
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I'm movin' round this old house for the last time
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Scene of my past crimes, been here for lifetimes
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Hearin' the chimes of the old clock that used to mock
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You got eternity for takin' stock,
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this place is like a padlock
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You look shocked.
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Trust me, nothing ever moves but the dust,
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There's just us and I'm here to torment and tease
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And that's how it was for centuries
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Me and my memories, till you brought the keys
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Took the couple of Saturdays
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I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing
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Seven hundred years since I came here
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You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare
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I couldn't get near,
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And the sheer frustration was more than I could bear
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I was really cursed, thought I'd been through the worst part
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That was just the first part, just the start
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Every night I'd be sitting with dread, breaking my heart
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In case the man she'd been chasin' gets to first base
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And I just can't escape, I'm in bad shape
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You making love to someone else is more than I can take
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And so I make all the movement I can to no avail
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Scream and yell, sinkin' deeper into my personal hell
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I'm getting heated, I'm sorry, have another coffee
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I needed to release my sparrow chest from just a piece of this pressure
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Unless an escape route is found,
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I'm going down underground
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Into lifetimes of pain, it's absurd
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The heaviest chain is contained is the sound of one word
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So I'm referred back to hell, huh
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Just as well, I hate needles an' get twinges at the thought
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of syringes
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J (as in Jerome), I'm going insane with shame
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I dream and watch her makin' love over and over again
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With what I call a farmer's swain
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Unintelligent, pea-brained retard who's dick is always hard
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Oh God, of course I'm jealous, fellows,
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oversexed flexing his pec's
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Jesus, what's he going make her do next?
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I'm mad vex, the way she gently scratches his chest
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You used to do that to me back in 1253
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Pity me, while you lie with your lover
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I stare and suffer in despair while you ruffle his hair
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Unaware of who else is there
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I move quick, I want to try my trick one last time
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You know it's possible to vaguely define my outline
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When dust move in the sunshine
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So I'm tryin' to change, vibrate myself to near-human pitch
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Which reminds me how I used to come unstitched
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And switch 'round the house in a blind rage
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It took years and an ocean of tears to find the key to this
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cage
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And write another stage into a new age,
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it's difficult to gauge
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But I know that I'll see you again, on that you may depend
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I just don't know how or when
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Sleep on, my lost love on gone
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Killer's Lullaby (Nightmares On Wax Remix)
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Faithless |