Something's beating on the wall on the other side
Strange lovers moan each others names on by-hour sheets for the very first time
One of them's James, the other's some name she changes every time she lies across his bed
But the light of the moon leads the way towards the morning
And the sun, the sun's well on the way too soon to know and
Oh, oh my god, whatever, etc.
If I could I'd fold myself away like a card table
A concertina or a murphy bed, I would
But I wasn't made that way so you know instead
I'm open all night and the customers come to stay
And everyone tips but not enough to knock me over
And I'm so tired, I just worked two shifts
But the light of the moon leads the way towards the morning
And the sun, the sun's well on its way too soon to know and
Oh, oh my god, oh my god, whatever, etc.
