I get used to the city The smoke and the chimneys The men in the factories Leaving the buildings Of stone ♪ I get used to the sound of the clocks in my room The clocks are ticking I'm walking alone Home ♪ I like the Rossetti drawing Proserpine The Lucian Freud The Tompion clocks Never had a woman in eighty-eight years ♪ Isn't she here? Isn't she here? In time In time In time ♪ I get used to living Living alone In a house full of clocks A painting of Stone ♪ I get used to the city The smoke and the chimneys The men in the factories Leaving the buildings