The Girl Who Slept For Scotland Lyrics - Modern Blues - Waterboys

I tried to sleep upon my back so I could 

hold her all night long as in my 

arms she slept, alas, but no I couldn't 

and when daybreak came and found her 

at the far side of the bed I tried to 

wake her, tried to stir her, but she wouldn't 

In her fug she lay like someone dead 

and even when I'd tug her head and 

press and nip and agitate and shake her 

or call her name or whisper it against her ear, 

my breath warm, there were 

no words in this universe would wake her 

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The girl who slept for Scotland 

It took me time to comprehend 

this state of play extended unto 

all her working, waking, shaking hours 

for when she finally woke, deep in the day 

still she did sleepwalk like a hollow ghost 

a-float in haunted towers 

and though she heard she didn't see 

and though she saw she didn't hear, 

attending only to what seemed precise and kind 

for she was settled in her dream, 

a shopping list of small illusions, 

pretty stories that she told her drowsy mind 

The girl who slept for Scotland 

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Yet I remember a day by a river wild 

when she clung to me hard like a darling child 

And a night in the sheets of a Dublin bed 

when she moaned like a woman 

and gave sweet head 

when we sang in tongues together 

and our synchronised guitars 

played music to the rafters 

made love among the stars 

and our bodies beat like light 

in love's beautiful embrace 

as her tiny kisses burst like 

popping suns around my face 

but then drift, decline, collapse, 

the lights went out, she fell asleep again 

before my kiss-wet face was even dry 

I need another haircut she'd say, 

talking in her sleep, the sleep-motes 

gathered in the dust-bowls of her eye 

she teetered down the road apiece, 

she and her man, from dozy bedsit land 

to junkshop, with her sleeping clothes in sacks 

and when I'd gone she teetered down the road again, 

yawning as she went, 

and went and brought the bloody damn things back 

The girl who slept for Scotland