Fiction - Vertigo In Bed lyrics

No warm rooms No swollen thumbs No lullaby Because the melody's gone Out the window On the wind All dressed up for another dream But it's not as it seems Because the unconscious is mean With its hands on The small of your back Vertigo in bed Falling down through the head space And it's vertigo in bed Tumbling out through the in-door Vertigo in bed Pushed over by the things you can't believe Sigmund freud is unemployed Just a naughty boy Here he comes again With another friend We've all got the bends Here he comes again With his hands on The small of your back Vertigo in bed Falling down through the head space And it's vertigo in bed Pushed over by the things you can't believe Vertigo in bed Falling down through the head space And it's vertigo in bed Tumbling out through the in-door Vertigo in bed Pushed over by the things you can't believe