When I get home by dark
And he's there with a solemn hand in hell
Oh, I walk to the kitchen
Make myself a snack
Oh, I walk to the kitchen
And I know that something is amiss
And the silence tells me that it is where I go
Myself, a widow of souls
Who falls asleep in the chair
A smoke-burnt window on the landing
Tell him I'm going out to see
A film or a friend for a drink at the inn
Oh, I walk to the kitchen
And I go over all the details again
But the blonde will see the world's still down
Dithering they told him I'm sorry
Again, but he won't hear it
And he heard everything
Television creaks and the clink of gin
Days since passing the cloak of a dream
Washing dishes and staring at folks in the street
But I'm running round and
Waiting for someone who to blame
There's only one solution

I dig myself into the dark
Oh, I make myself feel so sad




A lowly lizard looking for somewhere to sun myself, warm my blood, shed the skin of all that's dark.
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