Plinth - Lyrics

Think I'm ready for most things in life,
I never thought I'd have a follower.
Telephones ringing at half past nine,
Identity withheld by caller.
In my head you're the worst you could possibly be,
In the end, I've barely met you.
From these dreams in my sleep, so possibly obscene,
So why'd somebody tell you?

Every day she feels those eyes,
Burning the back of her skull.
Says: "You don't know that I know,
That you'd never leave me alone,
I wish you were someone dull."

In between the bushes on the far side of the park,
Or do my eyes decieve me?
In that telephone box, and he's not phoning Mark,
The liar cannot reach me.
My eyes play these tricks, my head upped sticks,
My heart wants him deeply,
Beneath those devil eyes, under that half-brick,
I know only he can reach me.

Every day she feels those eyes,
Burning the back of her skull.
Says: "You don't know that I know,
That you'd never leave me alone,
I wish you were someone dull."

Every day she feels those eyes,
Burning the back of her skull.
Says: "You don't know that I know,
That you'd never leave me alone,
I wish you were someone dull."

So I'll sing a song for you, I'll write this message,
In the hope of inner asylum.
We both know I'm bad, I pushed off that ridge,
Death was mighty kind of them.

Every day she feels those eyes,
Burning the back of her skull.
Says: "You don't know that I know,
That you'd never leave me alone,
I wish you were someone dull."

Every day she feels those eyes,
Burning the back of her skull.
Says: "You don't know that I know,
That you'd never leave me alone,
I wish you were someone dull."

© Nick Dunkeyson 2003-2004