Coast Is Clear

Above my bed, in this ugly room
Hangs the whisper of the same man
You can’t be my father, for the love we’ve shown
It’s just a little to me, it’s never enough to swallow those pills
Now I’m sick, and always will be Take it, I don’t want it, you can have what you like
Just don’t try to trick me to sleep, don’t turn out the lights
You can’t be my father, for the love we’ve shown
It’s just a little to me, it’s never enough to swallow those pills
Now I’m sick, and I always will be Dreams of meeting truth, be my father
Dreams of meeting truth, for the
Dreams of meeting truth, be my father
Dreams of meeting truth
Now I’m sick, always, always, always
Just when you thought it was all right
Open your eyes now, girl
Coast is clear
23rd February '92