More songs by The Cure
Description
Lyricist, Vocalist, Composer Lyricist, Composer: Robert Smith
Composer: Michael Dempsey
Producer: Chris Parry
Engineer: Mike Hedges
Recording Second Engineer: Mike Dutton
Composer: Laurence Tolhurst
Lyrics and translation
Original
Walk across the garden in the footsteps of my shadow.
See the lights out, no one's home.
In amongst the statues stare at nothing in the garden rose.
Can you help me?
Close my eyes and hold so tight, feel scared of what the morning brings.
Waiting for tomorrow never comes.
Deep inside the empty feeling, all the night time leaves me.
Three imaginary boys.
Slipping through the door, hear my heartbeat in the hallway.
Echoes run around inside my head.
Drifting up the stairs I see the steps behind me disappearing.
Can you help me?
Close my eyes and hold so tight, feel scared of what the morning brings.
Waiting for tomorrow never comes.
Deep inside the empty feeling, all the night time leaves me.
Three imaginary boys singing, "My sweet, sweet child, the moon will change your mind. "
See the gray reflection standing still before the bedroom mirror.
Over my shoulder, no one's there.
Whispers in the silence, breathing close behind me, breathing close behind.
Can you help me?
Can you help me? Can you help me?
English translation
Walk across the garden in the footsteps of my shadow.
See the lights out, no one's home.
In amongst the statues stare at nothing in the garden rose.
Can you help me?
Close my eyes and hold so tight, feel scared of what the morning brings.
Waiting for tomorrow never comes.
Deep inside the empty feeling, all the night time leaves me.
Three imaginary boys.
Slipping through the door, hear my heartbeat in the hallway.
Echoes run around inside my head.
Drifting up the stairs I see the steps behind me disappearing.
Can you help me?
Close my eyes and hold so tight, feel scared of what the morning brings.
Waiting for tomorrow never comes.
Deep inside the empty feeling, all the night time leaves me.
Three imaginary boys singing, "My sweet, sweet child, the moon will change your mind. "
See the gray reflection standing still before the bedroom mirror.
Over my shoulder, no one's there.
Whispers in the silence, breathing close behind me, breathing close behind.
Can you help me?
Can you help me? Can you help me?