These walls are too thin It's easy to eavesdrop and, I don't really mind what I've been hearing You say it's nothing That love is a mistake or something But I don't really mind what I've been feeling You're always coming by In the middle of the night You're not mine, But then you're here in the morning And you're coming round just like you do Always coming round just like you do And you're face is blurred, With careful whispers But I don't really mind what I've been hearing The touch of your skin, Is softer than satin But I don't really mind what I've been feeling I'm always coming by In the middle of the night You're not mine, But then I'm there in the morning And you're coming round just like you do Always coming round just like you do And you're coming round just like you do Always coming round just like you do