Graveyard Shift - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

It’s the dead of winter

Howling wind and rain

And my baby’s working

A graveyard shift again

And ‘round here it’s infill and decay

Down every alleyway and mile

'Round here it’s looking like Little Italy

All terracotta, plasterboard and tile

My baby works the graveyard shift again

Pace the floor and wait for daylight to break in

Close the drapes, draw your breath

Wait but don’t submit

To the graveyard shift

It’s the dead of night

Black and cold as stone

And my baby’s working a graveyard shift alone

And 'round here it’s avarice and gain

From every edifice I see

'Round here it’s looking grim to me

All Judas' kiss and barren sea

And my baby works the graveyard shift again

Please don’t ask me for answers

I’ll tell you what I know

Please don’t ask me for answers

This is how it is

There are twelve good hours of daylight

And just as many of darkness

On the graveyard shift

It’s the darkest hour

Just before the day

And I wait to hear your key turning in the latch again

So I can lock you in my arms

And dry you of the rain

Soak up your love like endgrain

Take away the memory, the memory and the pain

Of the graveyard shift