tonight the tv is my friend

life’s misdemeanours

won’t let the magic in

some inspiration

then it stops

but when the rain it comes

it never wants to stop



sleep sleep

it doesn’t hurt to be here any more



sleep sleep

a box of you is lying on the floor



god wants to know the long weekend

he’ll get to know his son

jesus as a friend



all superheroes fast asleep

it gets so busy seven days a week



sleep sleep

it doesn’t hurt to be here any more



sleep sleep

a box of you is lying on the floor



for all misguided modesties

illusions of the past

not everything that’s meant to be

is always going to last



I love you

I love to turn you on

I love to turn you on