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