That Nick Drake tape you lovenTonight it sounds so goodnAs brown as leaves can getnWhen sleep is what you shouldnnSo close your eyesnI'll make roomnHere on the floornTo lay beside mennAnd that phone call was for younI think it was your dadnWith a birthday wish to cursenBut you're too tired to get madnnSo close your eyes nI'll make roomnHere on the floornTo lay beside mennAnd the words are not so clearnBut there's romance in the airnI can see it in your eyesnThat medicated starennWe'll close our eyesnOur own tombnHere in my bed nTo lay so longnnThat Nick Drake tape you lovenTonight it sounds so goodnAs brown as leaves can get nWhen sleep is what you should