Oh there is no sleep at the very point of the needle And there's no good company There's an end for the circle Of the plain silver ring So far from the place Where I left the van On higher ground With a grey wind around her waist
I have dreamed of the soft of her skin and her very own taste My perfect friend in a perfect house The big sleep I am awake tonight And I dream of her hands And the big sleep Happy Are we happy now No I do not think that we are
Oh there is no sleep for me There's no good company Oh I do remember how a certain lady used to speak very gently to me My perfect friend in a perfect house The big sleep My perfect friend in a perfect house The big sleep Oh everything in its proper place The big sleep I am awake tonight and I dream of her hands and the big sleep Her big sleep
Her big sleep Her big sleep
