Footsteps from Jarvis’ BBC Sound Effects LP
I'm being followed home
I'm being followed home
I don't know what for
I don't know by whom
The smell of your dress
A face in the rain
The pavement shines wet, in focus again
In a dead seaside town
I tried to change my mind
for a well-balanced view
that was not mine to find
Heaven knows, all your scars are on show
They last a lifetime
And your hands leave their marks in the sand
They last forever
Forever
It's clear to me, you fit so perfectly
in a dimly-lit room just in sight of the sea
His twisted face tells me to leave this place
You know somewhere, but I shouldn't go there
I shouldn't go there
Heaven knows, all your scars are on show
They last a lifetime
And your hands leave their marks in the sand
They last forever
They've followed me home - the one with the dog-breath in the tattoo bar says something in a language that I don't understand. The street stinks of piss and dead fish. Jump a garden wall, barefoot on the slimy grass, air raw in my lungs. Hear him swear as he stumbles and falls behind me. Down another cobbled street, footsteps bouncing off the walls. Which way? A bottle smashes. The glint of a blade in the moonlight. Someone laughs. The corner's turned. And it's too late. The first blow falls, then nothing.
I awoke on the beach sometime later
to a grey and sunless sky
Your voice still slithers in my head
I can't remember what you said
I get to my feet, my body aches
I make for the town, for no-ones's sake
My mind is a blur, I feel so weak
I see your reflection in the street
"It's what you deserve, it's what you need
Just like those stupid books you read"
I look to the sky, I see your face
"Collapse in the road" I hear you say
I shouldn't go there
I shouldn't go there
My wound's healing now
and your imprint fades
Now just a pale scar for five vanished days
Your voice is so weak
Your face is unclear
Your body a legend from a forgotten year
I'm being followed home
I've been followed home
I've been followed home
I've been followed home