Pulp Lyrics

Album: On Fire

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, glwoing 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.