Tekster: Slowdive. Alison.

Listen close and don't be stoned
I'll be here in the morning 'cause I'm just floating
Your cigarette still burns
Your messed-up world will thrill me

Alison, I'm lost
"Alison," I said, "We're sinking"

There's nothing here but that's okay
Outside your room, your sister's spinning
But she lies, tells me she's just fine
I guess she's out there somewhere

And the sailors, they strike poses
TV covered walls and so slowly
With your talking and your pills
Your messed-up life still thrills me

Alison, I'm lost
Alison, I'll drink your wine

I wear your clothes when we're both high
"Alison," I said, "We're sinking"
But you laugh and tells me it's just fine
I guess she's out there somewhere