Pulp - Goodnight lyrics
[Pulp - Goodnight lyrics]
Now it's coming to the end of the evening
The time when the ceiling sways and
Objects jerk out of place
Your eyelids heavy
You make your way down the yellow streets
Past rows and rows of houses
Curtains drawn tight against the
Cold night air to a flight of stairs
Which lead to a room
Where a bed is waiting for you to lie down
Perhaps alone, perhaps not
And go to sleep again
They wait alone in unused rooms
They sit and they remember
Oh, please remember
So you lie on your back in the dark
And listen to the blood rushing in your ears
And the soft "tick, tick
Tick" of your watch against
The mattress springs
Patterns merge behind your eyes
Purple and green, glowing gently
And all is soft with furry darkness
You yawn once, turn on your side
And fall to sleep again
They wait alone they bathed your eyes
When nights were cold remember
Oh, please remember
There's something you've forgotten
When you awoke later that night
The bedroom was cold, and you were alone
Alone and afraid of the dark
Watching waiting
Watching waiting
As you lie on your back
Naked beneath the cold sheets
Not dead, just sleeping sleeping
And you will never wake again
The time when the ceiling sways and
Objects jerk out of place
Your eyelids heavy
You make your way down the yellow streets
Past rows and rows of houses
Curtains drawn tight against the
Cold night air to a flight of stairs
Which lead to a room
Where a bed is waiting for you to lie down
Perhaps alone, perhaps not
And go to sleep again
They wait alone in unused rooms
They sit and they remember
Oh, please remember
So you lie on your back in the dark
And listen to the blood rushing in your ears
And the soft "tick, tick
Tick" of your watch against
The mattress springs
Patterns merge behind your eyes
Purple and green, glowing gently
And all is soft with furry darkness
You yawn once, turn on your side
And fall to sleep again
They wait alone they bathed your eyes
When nights were cold remember
Oh, please remember
There's something you've forgotten
When you awoke later that night
The bedroom was cold, and you were alone
Alone and afraid of the dark
Watching waiting
Watching waiting
As you lie on your back
Naked beneath the cold sheets
Not dead, just sleeping sleeping
And you will never wake again