The Tap lyrics

Well the clock is ticking over, ever nearer to the day And the body next to me is drifting further and further away I am het up, overheating, not sleeping, reliving my past mistakes Maybe it's all imagination Won't you listen? I just want to make this work What is it I'm doing wrong? And I struggle as I lie Not to panic, not to cry Don't turn the tap on, I want to keep it dry But what do I know? How do I know what is going on for real inside that head? So I softly bump myself over to his side of the bed And he jumps like I've burned him and turns himself over And I did not hear what he said Maybe he's dreaming of somebody else I'm not one to listen to myself but listen here I will I'd be better off sleeping than weeping and waiting for him to go in for the kill I don't turn the tap on I keep it dry I have no control over what he decides And he tells me when he wakes He was dreaming of a place Full of boxes of chocolates and train-sets and games Full of toys