She turns around and she says
I feel there's someone taking over
There's a cold quiet devil in my arms tonight
She reaches under the bed
And picks a new green 4-leafed clover
Pleasure of the flesh run bare tonight
Pressures of the fresh grey doomsday light
You're inside my head
I won't push anyone over
The last time that I saw you
You were dead
I'm inside your head
I won't knock anyone over
The last time that I saw you
You were dead
I gathered up my things
And took the long walk home from the bedroom
I can't control the creatures breeding around my voice
I do not know what I said
I do not know what I thought or what I did
But I know
We've met, and we've talked, and we've touched before
And I'm burying the evidence forevermore
You're inside my head
I won't push anyone over
The last time that I saw you
You were dead
I'm inside your head
I won't knock anyone over
The last time that I saw you
You were dead
Dead
Dead
Dead