Goodnight - Pulp (纸浆乐团)
Now it's coming to the end of the evening
The time when the ceilings 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
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
Hahahah
Hahahah
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
Hahahah
Something fishy
What
Hahahaha
