the hour is late and i'm wide awake
another sleeping pill means another mistake
i can't hardly tell what goes on in my head
and i don't expect you too either
in fact, if you could
then i couldn't love you like i do
there are demons in the depths of my mind
and i don't want them to get their filthy mits on you
morning beckons and i'm no different to who i was the night before
except my eyes look fairly bloodshot
and i slept comfortably on the floor
everyone now then i forget who i am
and i don't expect you to remember
in fact, if you could
then i couldn't love you like i do
there are demons in the depths of my mind
and i don't want them to get their filthy mits on you
where do all the people go
if not into eachothers arms?
hyponotised by the tv shows
it's enough to dull a young man's charms
the hour is late, but i'm wide awake