I have a room with a cord and a fixture
And I have a cork in the last wine of winter

You have the eyes and the breath of a spider
And I own a mess and a pen and some paper

I have friends who drink in the cupboard
drunk? for a neck and smoke for a brother

I hear taps ring out in the city
When I go for walks on late Friday evenings

You have a hold and a kiss that is oh so
And my eyes are cold and as grey as my billfold

So I have a room and you should come over
Cuz it has a roof and the last wine of winter