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 ...