The drunkard's song sounds lonely tonight
Without a choir to harmonise
Oh, how the windows are thing
Letting his sweet bellows in
He hopes that you're fine
You grew up, it was the worst thing you did
You should've stayed where you hid
Hearing the voices cry out
"Wherever you are, come out"
Breathing shallow and quick
It's on the tip of my tongue
I remember now what it is that I've done
I hope you'll forgive such a man
A man who is coy as I am
As I am