The Sheets

The sheets smelt of her name

As I lay in awe of her memory

A girl so beautiful and wise

She couldn't hurt a fly, god knows why

But she wouldn't have to try to hurt mine

She won't sing a lullaby this time

I'm walking down

I'm walking down

Walking down an unlit street

Oh god, oh no, who's that deadbeat?

I think of her as a decaying memory

Lay dead upon the street of misfortune

Yeah that smile is worth a dying embrace

And yeah when she smiles just for the while

The children sing in style, they dial her up

Can they sing a lullaby like mine?

I'm walking down

I'm walking down

Walking down an unlit street

Oh god oh no, who's that deadbeat?

Can she live without that man?

I don't think she'll understand

That I'm pining for her now

Sometimes, I cry out

Sometimes, I hear her words of dissatisfaction comforting me

Terror lifted me to shame

Must have slept an endless day

I dreamt of her in the final throw

She'll never sing a lullaby tonight

I'm walking down

I'm walking down

Walking down an unlit street

Oh god oh no, who's that deadbeat?

Can she live without that man?

I don't think she'll understand

That I'm pining for her now

Sometimes, I cry out

Sometimes, I hear her words of dissatisfaction comforting me

The sheets smelt of her name

As I lay dead upon the street