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.
