You closed your eyes and left me here And now I'm jealous of your sleep I made some noise to wake you up It seems you've drifted out of reach I'm not sure if you meant what you said But that's o k 'cos it still sounded good When you said it anyway I'm not sure where you are When I turn and stroke your face You don't move anymore So it must be getting late
I'm not tired even now I think I'm glad to be awake I've met these fractured thoughts before They grin and wander round this place
I'll get up all I find Is a paper that I hate Real life disappears And gets shrink wrapped in it's place I get up watch tv Helps me feed my vicious streak Real life disappears
Then we watch the spooks on the news Playing chess with the cynics Hope you die in the arms of your shrinks in your clinics Now it's gone 5 a m
We smile and plan our revenge By the end the night has found it's true friends Up all hours sketching a thousand great schemes Hope I'm not too tired to colour them in
I get what I want then I'm not sure I want it anymore
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