Sleep clouds disperse and settle on my bed
Leave my eyes but cling like cobwebs to my head
Its like the book I never read oh the dust inside my head
(chorus)
Can't be bought
And you can keep tommorow
Can't be saved
There ain't no flies on me
Can't be caught
The plague that ate your soul can keep away from me
Down the evening rain falls
Waltzing round my feet
Paints reflections of the houses on my street
Drawn out as the night draws in
By the sound of laughing
The smell of sin
(chorus)
Smile again for me
As if you're going to say
'Nothing could have done all this
And then gone away'
I may have just saved my life
On a childish whim
Or a pretty rhyme
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