Madness - Jaill

That’s playing till torture’s torn

And then you rush in and pull my pin

And hug me to the floor

It’s a no good gracious act

You’ve pulled I’m a long standing dud

There’s a hell hole in this house somewhere

I hope we don’t fall through

And then you rush in frantic again

There’s a light burned out in the bedroom

That’s where cold things move

And darkness spoons the plumes of panic