Pulp Being Followed Home Lyrics

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 grass, air roaring in my lungs.
Hear him swear as he stumbles and falls behind me.
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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.