a short site about The Divine Comedy

French version

Through A Long And Sleepless Night

Band version, September Sounds, August 1996 (?) (6:22)

Through a long and sleepless night,
I thought upon the jury’s plight.
If what is wrong can feel so right
Then life’s no longer black and white.
It’s four o’clock and all’s not well
In my private circle of hell.
I contemplate my navel hair
And slowly slide into despair.
This rut has fast become a trench,
This smell has turned into the stench
Of rotten dreams and stale ideals.
The past is snapping at my heels.
Oh, Danny Boy! the pipes are blocked
With bedtime blues and future shock.
I know the best is yet to come
But does it always take this long?

I can put on the perfume,
Even wear the dress sometimes
But I’ll always be the bridegroom
And never the bride.

“You deserve to be horse-whipped
But I’ve no horse” - that joke’s so shit
And whips would only make it worse.
Don’t tempt the lonely and perverse.
The casualties of casual sex,
The child of three with X-ray specs,
The con-man low in self-esteem,
The Casanova in your dreams.
I’ll scream and scream and scream until
I’ve made myself critically ill
In hospital, in case you’re there,
In uniform - intensive care.
I know you’ll be the death of me
But what a cool death that would be.
I’d rather die than be deprived
Of Wonderbras and thunder thighs.

I can put on the perfume,
Even wear the dress sometimes
But I’ll always be the bridegroom
And never the bride.
No.

Bored of normality? Why not go daft?
It’s easy to do if you try:
Slide right back down that self-confident path
You’ve just so laboriously climbed,
Pickle your liver and addle your brain,
Live the Bohemian life
And die young and penniless somewhere in Spain -
Then again you could try just to live your own lives
In the way that you find most amusing -
I don’t really care!
No I don’t really care!
No, I don’t really care!

I can put on the perfume,
Even wear the dress sometimes
But I will always be the bridegroom
And I will never be the bride.
I’ll never be the bride.