Tired like the beggar with the cold inside his bones

Looking for the pleasure that he knew was so far gone

So far gone

I took a turn to myself

And I was surprised, cause I saw everyone who ever I had loved

I felt a whole lot better after that



People look at us and they think were doing fine

People look at us cause they see us all the time

All the time

But they never take to us

We've been in this town so long we may as well be dead

So long as people turn their heads

And cross the street whenever we walk on by



Someone told the truth when it really mattered most

The beauty of the moment is the beauty sadly lost

Sadly lost

So I went around to your house

Over tea and gin we talked about the things we read

In Luke and John the things he said

And now it's morning we are the sleepyheads