Green bed of bottles, open to the sky
Bare head of drunk man, the beads of sweat go dry
He says he's sorry, tender as a lamb
she says, "go", meaning, "stay", meaning, "You have to pay"
Behind the moon, in the dead zone
in the darkness where lovers all are blind
Sources of light in this land of the dead
are electric shocks and blows to the head
The silence broken by his voice alone
saying, "yes", meaning, "no", as he tears down their home
Behind the moon, in the dead zone
I'll still be calling, calling out for you
Behind the moon, when all hope has gone
Well, what else would you have me do?
Green bed of bottles
Green bed of bottles and bottles and...in the corner of your eye
i'm loitering with intent
you can tell me to move on
cos all of my moneys spent
you're not such a big girl
small world isn't it
ask me what I do
sometimes I stand
sometimes I sit
now you tell me so
its touch and go - for now
when i think this thorough
we'll touch and go - oh wow
you're living a big story
a party to all kinds of things
inventing excuses
discovering new sins
you take a thousand
licensings with me
they're saying that the price
for this kind of instant intimacy
now you tell me so ...
we are still cavemen
living in dark hearts
plotting your planets scheme
i'm fighting our rows with screams
fist keeps the denim red
you taking pleasure seriously
you offer me your head
are you trying to catch yourself eat
do you want to walk all over me
do you want to close me in
now you tell me so ...