Big Sleep

Oh there is no sleep at the very point of the needle
And there’s no good company
There’s an end for the circle
Of the plain silver ring
So far from the place
Where I left the van
On higher ground
With a grey wind around her waist
I have dreamed of the soft of her skin and her very own taste
My perfect friend in a perfect house
The big sleep
I am awake tonight
And I dream of her hands
And the big sleep
Happy
Are we happy now
No I do not think that we are
Oh there is no sleep for me
There’s no good company
Oh I do remember how a certain lady used to speak very gently to me
My perfect friend in a perfect house
The big sleep
My perfect friend in a perfect house
The big sleep
Oh everything in its proper place
The big sleep
I am awake tonight and I dream of her hands and the big sleep
Her big sleep
Her big sleep
Her big sleep