Credits

• Writers: Jarvis Cocker, Russell Senior, Candida Doyle and Peter Mansell
• Recorded by: Peter Oldfield

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 glowing 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 woke 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.

I'll never wake again. Ha ha ha...

Sleeve notes

Zzzzzzzzzzz.

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