There's the Nighttime Entertainment
There's the nighttime entertainment
We go swirling through the streets
White apparitions in between my teeth
Hunter and the hunted
The lonely and lovely
You're dying eyes are sunlit
And I awake to see
Warm smog in the morning
And a cold cup of coffee
Floor-sit by the door, my hands are shaking
And what's yours is mine I know it
Easy as breathing in
But I do my best to take it
Somewhat moderately
The leaning plant by the windowsill sways in the steel breeze
The cold air fills my hair and lungs and I can't quite see
Do I deserve affection
When I'm drab and dirty?
Dappled fingers yellow and twisting
I guess that I don't get it
I'm alone and lonely
But still it's at its precipice
Like it wants me
Kelly calls me at the weekend
Says 'I hope you got home safe'
Her mother, as an actress, taught her everything
Well I puff out my chest
And breathe in deep
Something so damn pitiless
In my proclivities
The way I sink to sleep and as I dream forget all that night away
Fill up my head with hopefulness and fantasy so that I may escape
Myself and all I have made
We go swirling through the streets
White apparitions in between my teeth
Hunter and the hunted
The lonely and lovely
You're dying eyes are sunlit
And I awake to see
Warm smog in the morning
And a cold cup of coffee
Floor-sit by the door, my hands are shaking
And what's yours is mine I know it
Easy as breathing in
But I do my best to take it
Somewhat moderately
The leaning plant by the windowsill sways in the steel breeze
The cold air fills my hair and lungs and I can't quite see
Do I deserve affection
When I'm drab and dirty?
Dappled fingers yellow and twisting
I guess that I don't get it
I'm alone and lonely
But still it's at its precipice
Like it wants me
Kelly calls me at the weekend
Says 'I hope you got home safe'
Her mother, as an actress, taught her everything
Well I puff out my chest
And breathe in deep
Something so damn pitiless
In my proclivities
The way I sink to sleep and as I dream forget all that night away
Fill up my head with hopefulness and fantasy so that I may escape
Myself and all I have made
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Writer(s): Benedict Johnson
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