Like a new winter's coat
I'm wearing your last embrace
Like a cold quenching glass of water
I hold a clear picture of your face

When are you coming around?
Oh, when are you coming around?
'Cos soon I'll be cold and thirsty

Oh, when are you coming around?
Oh, when are you coming around?
'Cos soon I'll be cold and thirsty

I'm hearing your last telephone call
Ringing louder and clearer than the rest
I hear your invitation to see it all
Better written I am smitten no protest

So when are you coming around?
Oh, when are you coming around?
'Cos soon I'll be bored and lonely

Oh, when are you coming around?
Oh, when are you coming around?
'Cos soon I'll be cold and thirsty

I'm tasting the last glass of your wine
The sweet taste linger left on lips
I'm tasting your sweet kisses with mine
The sweet taste lingers left on lips

So when are you coming around?
Oh, when are you coming around?
'Cos soon I'll be sober and unkissed

Oh, when are you coming around?
Oh, when are you coming around?
'Cos soon I'll be sober and unkissed

When are you coming around?...