It's raining in this room



And it's so hot outside this room



I don't know no one here



I don't want to be here



In this room











We hold parties in our sleep



We fill ourselves up in our sleep



And I'll heal you when you're ill



Though it's hard keeping still



In our sleep











Prise the hair out of her mouth



Whilst the circus is heading south



While we search in the sand 



Don't ask them to understand



Why they cover up their hands



And their mouths