You come to me at midnight and say, Its dark in here
You know you robbed me of my sight, night is what I fear
I tell you that I cannot see, but you persist in showing me
Those bangles that I paid for long ago
And though my face is smiling, Im really feeling low
And though you say youre with me, I know that its 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 its not time
And though my face is smiling, Im really feeling low
Though you say youre with me, I know that its not so
The sun seeps through the window to see if were 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 its not time
And though my face is smiling, Im really feeling low
Though you say youre with me, I know that its not so
Really that is so