Julian’s a-digging for remains of other people’s paper scraps
He’s cold, alone and can’t relax, they say he’s dreaming
Well all be good for Julie be a sick note and a swag reality
You don’t know what he’s thinking but I know what he’s thinking
Cuz Julian’s like me, J for Julian sleeps
Tonguing an ear ’til it bleeds
The lad couldn’t care, he’s got all that he needs
As calm as a gnome, as drunk as the man that pretends to be me
Looking well to the crisis, the fat of the land
Julian’s dribbling and he’s clapping his hands
‘Cos the coma is friendly, the days here are long
The weather’s exquisite, this is Julian’s song
Sing along, sing along, sing along
What’s it like to be another, in the arms of your old lover
It’s just a dream, for Julian sleeps alone
Afraid to wake and travel home
Julian, stay there please, Julian…
What’s it like to be another, in the arms of my old lover
It’s just a dream, for Julian sleeps like me
He ain’t sure what it’s supposed to be
Julian, stay there please
Julian, stay there please
Sleep