I see your heart beat through the bedsheet
I feel your pulse against the floor
I sleep the sadness that no-one else sleeps
Feel me cunningly adore

As the tick-tock clock lies Goldilocks
What a sick enchanted view
Of the white blot sin that we all begin
Not the girl that I once knew

Blue sunshine
I've got no vacancies
At the top of the clock was Jesus spying on me
I spoke of friends
Point me which direction
I tried a bribe of when I died
But swore he mentioned
I kicked and screamed
It's simple, you must sing
The day I take you, you'll be sleeping
You won't feel a thing
A thing