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Pulp |
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Separations |
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Separations |
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As the sun shines down on the land so her heart is crying for love |
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And there is no-one there, no-one to hear her voice |
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and she will sleep alone again tonight |
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Now the moon is high in the sky |
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In her room she calls out his name |
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But he is somewhere else somewhere she cannot see |
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Oh and the night is dark between them now |
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"My god, my God, why did he go away?" |
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Now the sun shines on a new town |
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With a smile he gets off the train |
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He lights a cigarette leans back to see the sky |
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Oh and he thinks how much better off he is without her hanging round |
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Let's do it |
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And the day is passing by him and he has nowhere to stay |
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At a lonely bar-room table his mind goes back |
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to yesterday to the girl who's dead and buried |
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But her face lives in his eyes |
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He must forget that face forever |
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Make the future start tonight |
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Forget her |
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But the meal he eats is dead flesh |
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There is cancer in his cigarettes and the drinks won't do a thing for him |
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But revive some stupid memories |
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Then a hairstyle that reminds him makes him run into the night |
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Where the moon hangs high above him now |
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The same moon that she's praying on tonight |
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But the wind catches her words and the moon swallows them whole |
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Now the moon is high in the sky |
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In her room she calls out his name |
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The night is cold and dark and she is all alone |
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The bed is empty now |
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Her body screams for love |
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She wants to be with him |
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Oh but he's so far away |
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Oh and the night is dark between them now |
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"My God, my God, why did he go away?" |
