(Hofstede)



He likes the cold winter nights

And the dark afternoons

The lodger

When there are shadows behind

Every window and blind

The lodger

There's another murder in the news today

He kills only women always blondes they say

They hear the sound of a car

Keep the front door ajar

The lodger

He saw the sign and it said

They had breakfast and bed

The lodger

Behind the thick green curtain

Everybody's whipering