I caught you dancing like a businessman Or someone else's parents Letting your hair down Unbuttoning your shirt You were surprised and embarrassed To see me come into the room To fetch a drink of water Because I couldn't get to sleep The weather's cleared But my own rain's just started A life of inbetween bits A life spent putting flowers on a grave A nation of leaves Dead brown leaves, constant drizzle Always sitting on my hands At the foot of your religion Oh but I don't want to go to bed alone I'll sit in here, out here In the quiet and the cold In the cold... When I was younger The scent of flowers was stronger Now they're all covered in leaves Dead brown leaves Leaves all over the carpet Except where you're dancing like a businessman Where you're trampling the flowers I've trampled so many flowers I don't know why I live here at all I fell separated, isolated, outside it all I don't want to go to bed alone I'll sit in here, out here In the quiet and the cold In the cold...