Don't talk to me now, forget all about it I don't wanna hear any more shouting Sleep well, sleep, sleep well darling You don't wanna hear any more shouting I got your tape, I watch it every day Each time I forget it ends just the same I pause the last frame in black and white That little smile you fake makes me want to die I went to the bus stop the train came I know a man there who paints pleasure from pain It's strange that my altar is a TV screen And god is a tape I've already seen I don't mind that I'm nothing, I'm too bored to try I like to rewind you to when you were alive You wet a cigarette to ignite your lips And it makes me want to give you a kiss I reach for mine too, we smoke through time Eye to eye, together we're fine But only one of us sees, or that's what they say But what do they know about us anyway Don't talk to me now, forget all about it I don't wanna hear any more shouting Sleep well, sleep, sleep well darling You must be so tired from all of the shouting