The Sleeper — текст песни (John Cale)

Your mailbox is always empty

And your landlord always complains

And you try to forget your past

But its just adding to your pain

And its time for one more cigarette



Yes, I slept on your satin pillows

They felt like a second skin

You neednt have looked so helpless there

I was the moth stuck on your pin



Sleeping, I am the sleeper

Sleeping, I am the sleeper



Oh it used to feel so right

Everything seemed new

I havent changed

It isnt me thats whats wrong with you



Sleeping, I am the sleeper



The sun came up and youd come back

The door was open wide

I should have slammed it in your face

I should have shot you in the back

Thats what jesus would have done

If satan had come

And looked him in the eye and said

"youre my kind of guy, why dont you come away with me?

Come away with me"

Cause I love you, I love ya, I love ya - thats what she said

I love ya, love ya

Id rather speak to satan himself



I love you, I love you, I love you

I love you, Im the sleeper