I hate not being able to sleep
It's a Raymond Chandler evening at the end of someone's day
I'm standing in my pocket and I'm slowly turning grey
I remember what I told you, but can't remember why
And the yellow leaves are falling in a spiral from the sky
There's a body on the railing that I can't identify
But I can assure you that I'm not that kind of guy.
It's a Raymond Chandler Evening and the pavements all wet
But I sit and wonder because it hasn't happend yet.
I'm standing in my pocket and I'm slowly turning grey
I remember what I told you, but can't remember why
And the yellow leaves are falling in a spiral from the sky
There's a body on the railing that I can't identify
But I can assure you that I'm not that kind of guy.
It's a Raymond Chandler Evening and the pavements all wet
But I sit and wonder because it hasn't happend yet.