The Sleeper - John Cale

Your mailbox is always empty

And your landlord always complains

And you try to forget your past

But it’s just adding to your pain

And it’s time for one more cigarette

Yes, I slept on your satin pillows

They felt like a second skin

You needn’t have looked so helpless there

I was the moth stuck on your pin

Sleeping, I am the sleeper

Sleeping, I am the sleeper

Oh it used to feel so right

Everything seemed new

I haven’t changed

It isn’t me that’s what’s wrong with you

Sleeping, I am the sleeper

The sun came up and you’d come back

The door was open wide

I should have slammed it in your face

I should have shot you in the back

That’s what jesus would have done

If satan had come

And looked him in the eye and said

«you're my kind of guy, why don’t you come away with me?

Come away with me»

Cause I love you, I love ya, I love ya — that’s what she said

I love ya, love ya

I’d rather speak to satan himself

I love you, I love you, I love you

I love you, I’m the sleeper