Interior Lulu Lyrics - Marillion

As you lie there on your bed 

Beneath the face of Louise Brooks 

With your makeup and your teddy bear 

And your C.S. Lewis books 

Bad seed 

You're a bad seed 

You're a decadent in chrysalis 

Waiting sleepily to emerge 

When you'll visit every seedy need 

Of your random obsessive urge 

All the ruses that you use 

All the food that you refuse 

All the dust and tired air that feeds Interior Lulus 

All the poisoned attitudes 

And the lust for the unknown 

And the second best that devils use 

To make this world their own 

Interior Lulu 

Interior Lulu 

Every rainy day by e-mail 

As you lie there on your bed 

Another virtual page arrives 

There will be times when you remember me 

Of the chapters you'll be writing 

As the voices echo in your head 

In the book called wasted lives 

As you read Henry and Anais 

All the lost weekends and booze 

All the finger-and-thumb screws 

All the sleepless worn out blues that bruise Interior Lulus 

Interior Lulu 

Interior Lulu 

Use the anger 

Paint a picture of it 

Throw the colours 

Use the pain, use the pain 

Scream back a brand new emotion 

As it runs across the skin 

Fire across paper 

Burn and curl, burn and curl 

You thought you couldn't feel like this 

But it's happening again and you're waking up in pain 

Tattooed in that private place 

Microsoft and tears 

Intimately pierced 

Discovering and remembering 

You felt like this somewhere before 

Stirrin' up the bed of the river 

Somewhere you don't like to go 

You wrote this down so many times 

But you get up anyway and you write it down again 

You've bored us all to death with this 

Well who you gonna tell 

When you've nothing left to sell 

She says she's lonely 

She says she knows me 

But she's a one-way street 

She told me what I already know 

"If you can carry it out you can take it away 

If you can carry it out you can take it away 

If you can buy it, it can be bought 

If you can buy it, it can be stolen 

If you can break it 

It's already broken" 

Lately, I can stand to hear other people talking 

So many empty conversations 

What a waste of lips 

Lately I can stand to stand on Primrose Hill 

Look down upon the city 

A heart pumping the roads 

In our racing stripes 

We rejoice at being "connected" 

Without touching 

Thank god for the internet 

We stare at our screens 

All our lives 

What a waste of eyes 

'Till the electrical storm blows our fuses 

And we gaze, dumbfounded, at the rain 

All the trust and tired care 

Left to rust and go nowhere 

All this gold beneath my skin 

Sparklin' like sin somewhere within 

In so deep 

In so deep that 

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