oh, baby
you've been talking in your sleep
I've been lying here listening to
a secret you had meant to keep
inside of you
were you dreaming of his face
I can't begin to take it in
I even know the time and place
like the scene in a film that removes all doubt
there's a shot of a man who wakes with a shout
as he steps from a dream he figures it out
that's me today
like the end of a book where the plot unfolds
but the lines on the page leave a tale untold
of a spy who never came in from the cold
that's me today, yeah
talking in your sleep
talking in your sleep
the force of love
is sometimes hard to resist
but I never thought I'd see the day
never thought we'd come to this
so angry now
and I'm sure you'd feel the same
I heard it said you took his bed
though you barely knew his name
like the boy leaving home with a hole in his heart
tries to fill up the void with a brand new start
not a day goes by when he's not torn apart
that's me today
like the way that it looks in a seaside town
when the shutters go up and the flags come down
and the beaches are bare, no-one around
that's me today, yeah
talking in your sleep
talking in your sleep . . .
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