Crying in My Sleep Nick Lowe

Last night I saw you on the street
With a beefy hanger on
Slow walking upon your beat
You were made up girl

Choked up by rage and grief
I stole up to you and I drew my steel
One flash brought fast relief
Then I woke up I was crying in my sleep

Crying in my sleep
There are tears on my pillow

Last night I had you on the sand
In the shimmer of a desert glare
Lord knows how you got there
You were dried out girl

I pull a flagon on my hand
For precious water is what you crave now
I tip it into the sand to seep
Then I woke up and I was crying in my sleep

Crying in my sleep
There are tears on my pillow
Crying in my sleep
There are tears on my pillow