Everybody knows there's an opening

There's a silver ring

And everybody's even

Everybody knows there's an open door

There's a running sore

And everybody's leaving



Everybody's seizing on what everybody's got

And everybody's leaving such a lot

And everybody's wasting time and everybody knows

That everybody's wasting such a lot



Everybody knows there's a hungering

There's a famine thing

As long as it's not me then

Everybody knows there's a lack of space

In the human race

But knowing ain't believing



Everybody's seizing on what everybody's got

And everybody's leaving such a lot

And everybody's wasting time and everybody knows

That everybody's wasting such a lot



Underneath the mattress lies the fear of being alone

Sleeping with a stranger and a broken mobile phone

Underneath the bedclothes lies the fear of being alive

And o why cry?