Baby sleep Dark in a winter of Coral

         And sheets of powdering snow

         

         In a cafe somewhere wont you visit us there 

         But you drink up your wine and you go

         

         

         

         The people next door are making these noises 

         That Seeping into this dream

         The cars in the street with there warm oily voices

         Starting to whisper the theme

         

         

         The smoke in this place must have gone to your head

         And we're falling and flailing down  (YEAH)

         And the metre keeps ticking outside on the road

         And the outskirts ******* of town

         

         The people next door are making these noises 

         Seeping into this dream

         The cars in the street with there warm oily voices

         Starting to whisper the theme

         

         

         Morning brings aching, amnesia shadows ,  like a tray of 

         colours and rice 

         In an old river bed of yellows and reds 

         And your hands and feet are like ice

         

         

         The people next door are making these noises 

         Seeping into this dream

         The cars in the street with there warm oily voices

         Starting to whisper the theme

         The people next door are making these noises 

         Seeping into this dream

         The people next door are making these noises 

         Seeping into this dream