(brooker / reid)      You come to me at midnight and say, 'it's dark in here.'   You know you robbed me of my sight, and light is what I fear   I tell you that I can not see but you persist in showing me   Those bangles that I paid for long ago               And though my face is smiling I'm really feeling low   And though you say you're with me I know that it's not so   Your skin crawls up an octave, your teeth have lost their gleam   The peaches snuggle closer down into the clotted cream   And for some unknown reason my watch begins to chime   And though I beg and plead with you, you tell me it's not time               And though my face is smiling I'm really feeling low   And though you say you're with me I know that it's not so   The sun seeps through the window to see if we're still dead   To try to throw some light upon the gloom around our bed   At quarter past the doorbell rings, the water faucet drips and sings   And still my reason will not rhyme, and still you tell me it's not time               And though my face is smiling I'm really feeling low   And though you say you're with me I know that it's not so   You really know that it's not so