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
You`d never see me again
You sing `cause you`re loosing
The last threads of night
There`s 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 you`re 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