Something's beating on the wall on the other side. Strange lovers moan each others names on by-hour sheets for the very first time. One of them's james. The other's some name she changes every time she lies across his bed. But the light of the moon leads the way. Towards the morning and the sun. The sun's well on the way too soon to know and. Oh my god whatever etc.. If i could i'd fold myself away like a card table. A concertina or a murphy bed i would. But i wasn't made that way so you know instead. I'm open all night and the customers come to stay. And everyone tips but not enough to knock me over. And "i'm so tired" i just worked two shifts. But the light of the moon leads the way towards the morning and the sun. The sun's well on it's way too soon to know and. Oh oh my god oh my god whatever etc.