Yours is the only version of my desertion that I could ever subscribe to
That is all that I can do
You are a past sinner, the last winner, I'm reaping all around me
Until the last drop is behind you
But you're so cute when you're frustrated, dear
Yeah, you're so cute when you're sedated, oh dear
Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tonight
Sleep tonight
Sleep tonight
Sleep tonight
You are the only person who's completely certain there's nothing here to be into
That is all that you can do
You are a past sinner, the last winner, and everything we've come to makes you you
But you cannot safely say that while I will be away, you will not consider sadly
How you helped me to stray
And you will not reach me I am resenting a position that's past resentment and now
I can't consider, and now there is this distance, so
Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tonight
Sleep tonight
Sleep tonight
Sleep tonight
Something to say
Something to do
Nothing to say
There's nothing to do