If i was left to my own devices

I wouldn't go out in the rain

If i was in a room with all of my vices

Youd never see me again

You sing 'cause youre loosing

The last threads of night

Theres no time for dancing

But maybe you might



The sort of song you sing on sundays

Could be as down as rain

The things i do to get to see you

The random hanging 'round on trains

You sing 'cause youre loosing

The last threads of night

There's no time for dancing

But maybe you might

Pick your three favourite roll necks

And catch the next flight

But you won't