I think it's time that I got off the kitchen floor
 But is there really any point at all?
 Waking up this morning felt the same
 Better sleep while life is so mundane

 It could have been yesterday that I locked the door
 I blocked the windows up so I can't be sure
 Now I haven't even got the will to eat

 I'd like to light a cigarette but I cannot
 The lighter's dead and the gas has been cut off

 I'm the one you always seem to read about
 The fire inside my eyes has long gone out
 There's nothing left for me to say or do
 Cos all that matters disappeared when I lost you...