She doesn't have to go to work but she doesn't want to stay in bed 'cos it's

changed for something confortable to something else instead. This bed has seen

it all from the first time to the last. The silences of now and the good times

of the past and it only cost ten pounds from a shop just down the road - mind

you that was seven years ago and things were very different then. It don't get

much rest at first, the headboard banging in the night. The neighbours didn't

dare complain. Oh everything was going right. Now there's no need to complain

'cos it never makes a sound. Something beautiful left town and she doesn't even

know its name. Now every night she plays a sad game. Called pretenting nothing's

going wrong. Oh but she knows if this show was televised no one would watch it

not tonight but 7 years ago. La la la la la (etc.) Now there's no need to

complain 'cos it never makes a sound, something beautiful left town and she

never even knew its name. She doesn't have to go to work but she doesn't want to

stay in bed 'cos it's changed from something comfortable to something else

instead