Bedlam to night

Another night

And I'm left with the halucinations of my imagination

Another hour, alone watching the people in a staggered migration

Two seems to be so much more the new magic three

Another night, another hour and another packet of cigarettes at another party.



Your not here and I'm missing you half to death

To tell the world how wasted I'm feeling would be a waste of breath



Staring at the stars and balm summer evenings kill my imagination

And bring me back to a place called reality where you are not here



I've been having trouble sleeping

And it felt like falling in love again

As I've been dreaming of our lives again and again

But in my dreams the conscience is nonsense and the living are not real



A calamity in my ears

And a turbulence under my pillow as the phone is ringing

My thoughts are a catastrophe

But I can hear your voice from 100 miles away

And it stables my world stock still

And confines my chaoses back to thier boxes



Another night, another hour on the phone

Following on with the dawn

The lights coming in and the curtains stay drawn

I must sleep but my world will come crashing down again if your gone

The catnip's wearing off in your voice.

'I should be going to Bed....lam, Darling ' i said

and you only replied

'OK, i'll talk soon.....so long...good night'