still life - suede

this still life is all i ever do,
there by the window quietly killed for you.
in the glass house, my insect life,
crawling the walls under electric lights.
i'll go into the night, into the night,
she and i into the night.

is this still life all i'm good for too?
there by the window quietly killed for you.

and they drive by like insects do.
they think they don't know me,
they hired a car for you.
to go into the night, into the night,
she and i into the night.

and this still life is all I ever do,
there by the window quietly killed for you.
but it's still, still, life.