Baby sleep Dark in a winter of Coral   And sheets of powdering snow      In a cafe somewhere wont you visit us there    But you drink up your wine and you go            The people next door are making these noises    That Seeping into this dream   The cars in the street with there warm oily voices   Starting to whisper the theme         The smoke in this place must have gone to your head   And we're falling and flailing down (YEAH)   And the metre keeps ticking outside on the road   And the outskirts ******* of town      The people next door are making these noises    Seeping into this dream   The cars in the street with there warm oily voices   Starting to whisper the theme         Morning brings aching, amnesia shadows , like a tray of    colours and rice    In an old river bed of yellows and reds    And your hands and feet are like ice         The people next door are making these noises    Seeping into this dream   The cars in the street with there warm oily voices   Starting to whisper the theme   The people next door are making these noises    Seeping into this dream   The people next door are making these noises    Seeping into this dream