Head Hit The Pillow

The early morning sun alights Upon the old school hall Battered boxes, wooden walls From fifty years ago How it seems like England's dreaming And down along the shore The weathered chairs and bingo halls The sound in cars through open windows Summer has returned But late at night the demons call [Chorus] Here they come from the ends of the Earth Faces from a far sky dance before his crazed eyes God, nothing is left for giving Must be self-created. Must be all inside the mind Outside in the wan daylight The senseless torn and turning Susan walked and spoke the words He turned away was running "Late last night the demons called." [Chorus] Here they come from the ends of the Earth Faces from a far sky dance before his crazed eyes God, nothing is left for giving Must be self-created. Must be all inside the mind