night nurse - dean wareham britta phillips

DEAN AND BRITTA - NIGHT NURSE

You are the treacle in my pie
You are the splinter in my eye
You make the ice melt, the butter run
You are the ink stain, you are the one

Sleep together the milkyway
Sleep forever and a day
Lovely jewels in joy designed
La la la la...

I am the local, I am express
I am a tourist in a summer dress
I am the night nurse, I am the most
I am the visitor, you are the host

Chorus again

My wings are clipped
My drinks are sipped
My lips are lipped
My lid is flipped

I am the night nurse
I am the most
I am the visitor
You are the host

Chorus