To Mourn The Death Of Colour

Been here long enough now, I'm fighting the effect
Through many sunsets, dancing bones, gargling architects
A night that's old, a floor that's floating
I'd like to make a bet
That you will drag me to your room
My bloody bride
And get me bleeding for the pill
The precious pill, so switch it off now
Switch it off now, and let me sleep
Switch it off now, I'm sick of counting sheep
Switch it off now, I'm down here on my knees, saying please
The needle is a lady, and a lady needs respect
With trembling hands, she feels uneasy, she's liable to fret
And then to punish, then to tease
She'd strip you, shoot you in the knees
But she will never ever leave
Switch it off now, let me sleep
Switch it off now, I said I'm sick of counting sheep
Switch it off now, I'm down here on my knees
I'm saying please
Please...