Teksty: Pulp. Freaks. Being Followed Home.

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

Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

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 forever, forever

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 forever

They've followed me home
The one with the dog-breath in the tattoo bar
Says something in a language that I don't understand
The street stinks of piss and dead fish
Jump a garden wall, landing on the slimy grass
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
And the first blow falls then nothing

I awoke on the beach sometime later
To a gray 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