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