The sorrow is an old stain The lino is a shade of grey They use on every lampshade They paint it on every door and window frame And we are like an army And army of abandoned souls Remember when we were kids Invincible in everything we said and did? Winter light That is when the (gauntlet?) comes Licking every surface clean Digging up our long-lost dreams The sorrow is an old stain The lino is a shade of grey They use on every lampshade They paint it on every door and window frame And we are like an army And army of abandoned souls Remember when we were kids Invincible in everything we said and did? (Winter light) There's nobody here but us There's nobody here but us (That is when the (gauntlet?) comes) There's nobody here but us There's nobody here but us (Licking every surface clean) There's nobody here but us There's nobody here but us (Digging up our long-lost dreams) There's nobody here but us