Pulp - Being Followed Home lyrics

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Pulp - Being Followed Home lyrics

I'm being followed home, / I'm being followed home, I don't know what for, / I don't know by whom. The smell of your dress, / a face in the rain, / the pavement shines wet in focus again. / Oh... / oh... / oh... / oh. / In a dead seaside town I tried to change my mind / for a well-balanced view that was not mine to find. / Heaven knows, all your stars are on show, they last a lifetime, / and your hands leave their marks in the sand, they last for ever, / for ever. / It's clear to me: you fit so perfectly / in a dimly lit room / just inside of the sea. His twisted face / tells me to leave this place. You know somewhere, / but I shouldn't go there, I shouldn't go there. Heaven knows, all your / stars are on show, they last a lifetime, and your hands leave their / marks in the sand, they last for ever. They've followed me home - the one with the dog-breath in the tattoo bar says something in a language that I don't uderstand. The street stinks of piss and dead fish. Jump a garden wall, landing on the slimy gra**, air roaring in my lungs. Hear him swear as he stumbles and falls behind me. Down another cobbled street, footsteps bouncing off the walls. Which way? A bottle smashes. The glint of a blade in the moonlight. Someone laughs, the corners turned... and it's too late. The first blow falls... then nothing. / I awoke on the beach sometime later to a grey and sunless sky. / Your voice still slithers in my head, I can't remember what you said. / I get to my feet, my body aches. I make for the town for no-one's sake. My mind is a blur, I feel so weak, / I see your reflection in the street. "It's what you deserve, it's what you need. Just like those stupid books you read." / I look to the sky, I see your face, collapse in the road I hear you say / I shouldn't go there, I shouldn't go there! My wound's healing now / and your imprint fades, now just a pale scar / for five vanished days. Your voice is so weak, / your face is unclear, your body a legend from a forgotten year. I've been followed home. I've been followed home. I've been followed home. I've been followed home.