we're all moving for the end of this elegy
and we're all staying in at least i'd rather be
it's too cold outside for them
i'd rather stay i'm not a drunk
i swept my promise to a trunk and left myself sinking in sand
alone head in hand
every night i see the same
the people falling in with dead expressions on their face
it caught them all again
now its too cold outside for them
i'd rather stay i'm not a drunk
i swept my promise to a trunk and left myself sinking in sand
alone head in hand
for a day
we're all moving for the end of this elegy
and we're all staying in at least i'd rather be
it's too cold outside for them